Unexpected Love

Chapter 8 - Bailey

I was never the type of girl to handle any type of big declarations of love. My high school boyfriend asked me to prom by renting out an entire building just to have a "romantic" picnic that overlooked the city. I mean who spends that much money just to ask someone out?

When he asked me literally on one knee with a giant sign that said, "Prom?" He may have thought I had a stroke or something because it took me fifteen minutes to stop blinking and reply. When I did, I said no and ran out of the building, because I didn't know how to deal with someone renting out an entire building just for me.

I stare at Greyson with wide eyes. I didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him. Who was he to buy the storefront and rub it into my face like that? And if he had bought for me, who was he to assume I couldn't myself? My feminist side was screaming,

slap him!

Fight him!

Tell him you don't want it.

The side of me that wants to move on and finally be taken care of. The side that wants to pull his face down towards me, kiss those lips, and determine once and for all if they were as soft as they looked. The side of me that wanted to feel his beard rub against my face until it makes my skin red. That side wanted to wrap my arms around him and hide away from the world.

I stood there, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. The spoon was now discarded on the floor between us. Greyson stood in front of me glancing nervously at the spoon and then back at me, repeatedly. My arms hang by my side in pure shock.

"Please, please tell me you did not just say what I think you just said?" I ask completely flabbergasted.

He visibly swallows his Adam's apple moving. He stares down at me with a look of concern. Staring into my eyes attempting to determine what I'm feeling right now, but I have no clue what I'm supposed to feel right now.

How should I feel?

"I bought the storefront, for you." He mutters eyeing me weirdly. "I set up the down payment with Mr.Sutherland, and now all you have to do is sign the papers." He explains like this was supposed to be normal. 

I feel lightheaded.

"I need to sit down." I say, suddenly nauseous. The ice cream was starting to rise.

Don't vomit in front of Greyson.

Don't vomit in front of Greyson.

I walk towards the couch and literally collapse onto it. I stare off into space trying to piece together what just happened, from the corner of my eye I notice Greyson slowly inching closer to sit beside me, unlike the night he came over, he sits right beside me. I rub my forehead, feeling a headache come on.

"Greyson, I-I really don't understand." I tell him, he couldn't have possibly done it just for me. He had to be gaining something out of this.

"What's there not to understand? I bought a storefront for you. You need to make a pro-con list about it or something babe?"

"Definitely going to have to make a list." I mumble shaking my head. I tense up at 'babe' Holy fuck. Goosebumps trail up my arms, and the hairs on the back of my neck raise. His index finger grabs hold of my chin tilting my face towards his and I'm staring into those beautiful brown hazelnut eyes, delicate and rich with a stroke of caramel swirling in every corner.

I'm drinking them in, committing them to memory as if I would never see them again. We were sitting in such an intimate position, I didn't know whether I wanted on his lap or to run back to my room.