To Infiniti & Beyond

Chapter Forty-Four

I spent all afternoon cleaning my room due to being sick of my phone. After complete boredom and deep considerations, I bite the bullet and text Grayson wondering if he's free to hang out.

He called me shortly after my text went through. I can tell by the background noise that he's driving home from work. We decided that after he runs home to change he'll come to my house and hang out.

He arrives and without fail walks confidently through my front door without knocking. I've missed that.

He stops to make small talk with my mom who sits on the couch in our living room. His polite manner makes me smile to myself.

We make our way into my room. He comments on how I moved my room around since the last time he was here. I don't let him know that when I rearrange my room it's because there's a switch in my life and it's a coping mechanism.

He props himself up in the corner of my bed with my pillows, making himself right at home like he used to. I sit on the edge and lean back against the wall. Aston jumps up and lays between us.

After some discussion, we come to the conclusion we're both hungry. He offered to drive us to wawa and I happily obliged.

On the way there, he asked me to shift for him. I'd never turn the opportunity down. He rests his hand on top of mine. Once we're in the proper gear, instead of letting my hand go, he intertwined our fingers.

We continue to drive. He goes to shift again, but instead of letting go of my hand, he reaches his left hand across his body.

I chuckle, "You can have your hand back if you need?"

"Nah, it's yours to keep." He looks over and smiles at me. I feel my face heat with blush and I'm so thankful it's dark out.

Back at my house post dinner, I look at him from across the bed as a movie plays in the background.

"What are you thinking about?" he questions. "I can see the gears turning in your head."

I roll my eyes and grin, "Nothing." He can read me so well.

"Bullshit. Talk." He nudges me with his foot.

"What are your intentions, Mister!" I wag my pointer finger at him.

His face lights up as he laughs, "why do I hate but love you for that?"

Love? We've never used that word in any capacity towards one another...

"Cause I'm me." I give him a look that says "duh."

He starts to talk about how he wants to do things right, how he doesn't want to mess a good thing up.

By the end of our conversation we've come to the conclusion that we won't force anything. We will keep hanging out and see where things go. I think we're both happy with this decision.

"Come here." He outstretched his arms and pulls me to him so I can lay on him to finish watching the movie.

He wraps his arms around me and I sigh in content. He kisses my head and squeezes me, "you smell like vanilla." I giggle. No one has ever cared to comment about the little things.

When the movie is over it is nearing 1am. He gets out of bed and slips his shoes on before grabbing his items off my desk. I get up so I can walk him out, but before we go anywhere, he pulls me into a hug.

My arms go up around his shoulders as he pulls me in by my waist. I stand on my tip toes because if I don't I feel like I'm being choked as I rest my chin on his shoulder. We hold each other for an unknown amount of time.

When we separate, his hands remain around my waist, and my hands rest holding his neck.

He looks down at me very intently - almost as if he's contemplating something.

I catch him glance at my lips before he dips his head and kisses me.

The kiss lingers for a moment, and time stops.

I missed this feeling. I missed him.