"I LOVE YOU MORE."
𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓. Two years ago, her life changed completely. Anastasia hadn't planned out her life, she wasn't a girl that had a dreams, except for when it came to modelling and who she wanted to love. He was h...
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TWO YEARS AGO...
The faint sound of doors clicking shut floats through my ears as I sit out on the balcony of my room at my home in Mayfair Gardens, simply staring out into the distance at the London city lights as my thoughts run rampant in the midst of my mind.
"Stassie, come back to bed." Grayson, the boy I've loved since I was sixteen rasps from inside my bedroom.
Our relationship started little- well sort of. Small glances across the room quickly turned into losing my virginity.
At the start of our relationship, Grayson and I would sneak around. First and foremost, I didn't want my family to find out, especially since my brother had gotten even more protective after the death of my father. Don't get me wrong, they loved Grayson but would never for me so I made him pinky promise me that he'd keep us a secret. I still remember his words after he made the promise.
"Our dirty fucking little secret, baby."
But after a few months, our dirty little secret came to the surface, but our relationship had already gotten to the stage of love by then. My brother, Jordan wasn't over the moon, to say the least as expected- still isn't. There were fights between him and Grayson, arguments every day for about five weeks until he gave up and learned to tolerate it. On the other hand, my mother didn't really give a shit, she never has.
In my life, there are so many things that I'm unsure of except for the desire to love and for it to be equally reciprocated. And I found that in Grayson. He was all of my firsts. First kiss. First relationship. First time. First love.
I remember our first time so vividly. The five families who lived in Mayfair Gardens- the Sloane's, Carter's, Knight's, Lewis', and Beaumont's- were all watching the New Year's fireworks in the garden.
Grayson was seventeen and I was just over sixteen. I wasn't too young, considering most of my friends had lost theirs at the age of thirteen and fourteen. Or is that still too young to lose your virginity?
We hadn't planned it, it just sort of happened. It got way past midnight; we had just finished watching the fireworks. Grayson had been sitting next to me the whole time, whispering sweet little nothings in my ear to tease me.
He'd whispered in my ear, "Meet me in your bedroom." then he had disappeared into my house after telling everyone a lie about where he was off to.
Five minutes later, Grayson was sitting on the bottom of my bed and I was straddling his lap. We kissed like it was the last time we would until I pulled back and searched his alluring irises.
