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The next day, Grayson goes out with the boys for "bro time" or whatever. The girls are going out too, but sadly, I've got a twelve-hour shift.
Grayson gets up freakishly early for some reason, and I don't bother asking why. Too tired to talk.
"Baby, I'm leaving," He tells me, kissing my head before he leans down to kiss my lips.
"Be safe" I tell him. He hums.
"Yes, ma'am. I love you" he says happily. I tug him back down to kiss me again.
"I love you" I repeat. He kisses my head one last time before he disappears.
I leave for work at 8:30, and get home at around 9:30. He's waiting for me at the door and jumps me like he didn't see me just this morning. He kisses me several times, sliding his hands all over my body.
He's acting like it's been months since I've seen him. It's not like we didn't talk all day either. Even when he's not with me, he's texting me like crazy. Anytime he thinks of me, he texts me to let me know. Which apparently, is a lot. I don't mind at all, though.
"Got some Chinese food for you" He mumbles against my lips. It makes me love him even more. He always seems to know what I'm craving without even asking.
We eat while watching some random show on Netflix. It's not bad, but I probably wouldn't watch it again. I like to watch my comfort shows over and over until I hate them, but I'll happily watch whatever Grayson has on.
"Wanna show you something" Grayson blurts once we're done eating. I hum and turn to face him.
"Show me what?" I ask curiously. He hesitates. He slowly lifts his hoodie off, and my mind goes somewhere else until I see a new mark on his skin.
"Oo, you got a new tattoo?" I ask in excitement. He nods, but he looks nervous about it, making me nervous too.
"Mhhm" he hums. He slowly takes the wrap off, and my mouth drops open when I see what it is.
"Grayson fucking Dolan," I say in shock. He winces at my reaction.
"You like it?" He asks quietly, his voice shaking slightly. He waits anxiously for my response.
"You got a tattoo for me? You know that's permanent right? Are you crazy?" I stutter. He chuckles, but it's more of a scared chuckle.
"And you're not permanent?" He retaliates. My mouth drops open and I stutter to reply.
"Well- I don't know, I figured you'd get tired of me, not get a fucking tattoo for me" I ramble. He scoffs.
"As if I could get tired of you? Was away from you for like, less than a day and I missed you like fucking crazy. Now, in a way, I always have you with me" He replies quietly.
