Unexpected Love

Chapter 14 - Greyson

I couldn't say that Bailey being jealous of my cousin the other day didn't put a smile on my face. It fucking made me happier than running into a burning building ever did. I was literary hyper-aware, the moment she uttered those words. Mumbling and god damn near tears if I hadn't squashed those thoughts. Which only gave me hope that she felt something. She felt something strong enough to get jealous and will herself to ignore me.

I was staring at her all evening. Staring at her eyes, her hair, and her fucking goddess of a body. The way she fucking swayed with every step. I could never take my eyes off her, watching as she laughed and giggled at whatever someone said to her. Or watching as she smiles at every person who passes her.

Per my request she didn't wear a tight as fuck dress, that would have her tits spilling out and ass on display, but even in her flowing dress she was still beautiful. Then she went and got herself wet before I could get to her.

Fuck if she wasn't a sight.

She was a light in the darkness, and all I'll I could do was follow her with my eyes because she wasn't talking to me, wasn't looking at me. She muttered a few sentences to me at the beginning and every time I tried to find her in the crowd she would hide away.

From me.

God fucking knows I was fucking furious, I had the urge to punch every wall I saw. To walk right over to her, throw her over my shoulder, and teach her a fucking lesson, watching as her plum ass turns red.

Watching her stand in front of me completely drenched, she was literary my wet dream. I almost let myself go there, thinking of her wet and writhing beneath me. Calling out for me, screaming my name, and almost combusted on the spot. I couldn't have thoughts while she stood in front of me soaked and to top it off her nipples hard.

God, nipples that I was quite literary having a staring contest with. Sharp nipples that could cut right through her sorry excuse for a dress that was showing her panty line.

Literally a wet fucking dream. I wanted to devour her right then and there. Tasting every inch of her. I wanted to be the only person who would get that honor of tasting her.

To top it off she ended up in my room.

Naked in my bathroom.

And then she came out wearing my fucking clothes, and I might have died.

I did die.

Now all I wanted to do was see her because she was ignoring me again. I hadn't heard from her in two days. Two days without her eyes, her hair. Two days without her. Two days of missed deserts in white fucking boxes, fuck I didn't even care about her baked sweets I had two days of missed notes. My lined paper that was always sighed with an x.

My notes.

I sounded like a fucking bitch. Desperate and needing my girlfriend's love notes. She wasn't my girlfriend, and that was why I didn't call her or didn't show up at her house. Yet. I was a second away from driving to her house and barging through the door. Instead, I was distracting myself.

I was chaperoning Gavin who was watching Kinsley from the window.

I wasn't that desperate.

But you are.

"Are we going in? I'm fucking starving." I groan at Gavin who was watching the cafe like his life depended on it. "You wake me up early the least you could do is feed me."

"Shut up."

"You know, she'll never notice you when you spend most of your time staring at her without her knowing."