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twenty-three.

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Dragging myself away from Greysons impromptu makeout-session in the driveway was a hard feat, but eventually, I managed to coax him inside. I pulled him through the vacated house entirely unsure—and uncaring—of where the rest of my roommates were.

I only had one thing on my mind.

My bedroom door was barely shut before I was pressing onto my toes, wrapping my arms around Grey's neck, and yanking him down for another searing kiss.

He didn't protest, his hands sliding under the hem of my shirt and trailing along my sides as his tongue danced with mine. My neck ached as I titled it back to reach his mouth, and I pulled away, chest heaving and lips swollen as I frowned at the boy.

"You're too tall."

"You're too short."

I scoffed, placing my hands on my hips and levelling him with a rare glare. "I'm the perfect size, thank you very much."

"Mhm," he hummed, his mouth finding mine again. His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gently guided my head back, his lips leaving mine as they began a path down my jaw. "Bite size," he muttered into my skin, his lips curving into a smile against my neck.

I would have smacked him if his teeth weren't sinking into the curve of my neck, stealing the air from my lungs and any semblance of functionality left in my brain. Instead, I let out a soft moan, earning a groan of approval from deep within Greyson's chest—one that had me ready to tear off my clothes and serve myself to him on a silver platter.

He backed me up until my knees hit the edge of my bed frame, and his hand snaked around to the small of my back, his rough hand spreading as he eased me down, onto the mattress.

The weight of him on top of me sent my heart racing and my skin burning as I tugged haphazardly at the hem of his shirt, desperate for the feeling of his skin on mine. His lips curved up into a smile as he laughed against my mouth, pulling back just enough for his cocky, infuriating smirk to make an appearance as he spoke, his voice a low purr, "such a greedy girl, Piper."

Narrowing my eyes at the boy above me, I ignored the heat that pricked my cheeks and ears at his teasing. "Shut up and take your shirt off."

Greyson's smirk only grew at that, the fire in his eyes burning bright as his gaze wandered my face. "Whatever happened to my sweet, sweet Firelight?" My mouth opened, ready to repeat my demand when he sat back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor.

Whatever snarky comeback I had ready to fire died on my lips as I greedily drank in the sight of him, of the expanse of tattoos and toned muscles that had been hidden from view. His tanned skin seemed to glisten in the low light as I sat up, my hand resting against his shoulder as my free hand trailed over the ink that stained his skin.

He was a living work of art, the colours of his tattoos dancing together in harmony, blending seamlessly. I wanted to paint him—to paint the beauty that radiated off of him as his muscles tensed and flexed against my hands. "Beautiful," I breathed, unable to stop the compliment from escaping me.

Something warm flashed in his eyes—something unusual but not unwelcome, as he lifted his hands to cup my cheeks, his lips finding mine once more as he guided me back, resting my head against the pillows.

His body pressed against mine, fitting perfectly as if it was made for this—for me, and I let out a gasp as his hips aligned with my core, his hardness pressing against where I needed him the most.