Unexpected Love

Chapter 5 - Greyson

I didn't describe things as beautiful much.

Bailey Walker wasn't just beautiful. No. She was fucking radiant. Like a ray of fucking sunshine that blinded me every time I looked at her.

There wasn't a word in the English dictionary to describe how indescribably beautiful she was.

Beautiful was a fucking understatement. She was absolutely breathtaking. She is out of this world magnificent, and all I wanted to do was stare down at her.

I could watch her every second of every day and never blink.

She smelt sweet, a floral scent. An unearthly combination of flowers. She crashed into me and the overwhelming scent was insane. I couldn't help but stare at her and relish in it. Catching her by the waist with my hands on her so she doesn't tip over.

My hands lock on her waist, my face close to her hair. I didn't want to back away. Even when I knew she was steady on her two feet. I wanted to continue to stand there and smell the sweet scent radiating off of her. I wanted to bathe in her, soak her in, and inject her into every part of me.

She was wearing pink. She wore a soft color pink sundress, her shoulders bare, her tits giving me a free show. The straps sat on her upper arms in a puff of fabric. Tight on the waist, but below it flowed moving with every breeze that passes. White heels with a bow sitting on the back of her heel, and a pink ruffled headband to match her dress.

She tenses in my arms and slowly her head lifts. Baby blue eyes stare into mine and it felt like I was being sucked into a black hole. I was so fucking lost. I was bewildered by the color, so bright yet you could see the specks of green when you're so close to them. I was lured to my death just by staring at them.

Her plump red lips part in a look of shock. Red, such an addictive color and so fucking badass. The color didn't even match her outfit yet she pulled it off so fucking well. And all I could wonder while standing there staring at her mouth, is how those lips would look wrapped around my cock. The image of her on her knees and my dick stained red, I was hard just thinking about it.

Oh god, I hear her mutter, loud enough for me to hear, a smile creeps on my face.

"H-hey," she says blowing out a breath, her sweet voice, a melody to my ears. Soft and light, I wanted to hear it every day. I wouldn't mind listening to her babble about random shit if it meant just hearing her talk. I wanted to wake up to the sound of her voice and fall asleep to it.

I quickly sober up, and my lips turn tight as I recall this morning's events. When her voice got cold, her eye's turned glassy, and the way her face fell.

All because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

I made my girl cry.

Fuck, I wasn't trying to insult her, never would I even think about insulting her. On the contrary, I just wanted to be beside her a while longer. My fucking big mouth didn't know what to say when she was around, So I said some stupid bullshit about her being incapable. I hated that she felt like I said that on purpose. I hated that I even uttered those words. I hated that I made her feel that way. Especially when the unshed tears made me want to tear my fucking heart out.

I had this nervous feeling gnawing at me to protect her. I wanted her safe and if putting my life on the line was what had to be done.

Then it would be done.

God all I wanted to do was make her feel beautiful.

She was unearthly beautiful it was unreal.

Shaking her head, and muttering something I didn't catch, she takes a step back, distancing herself from me.