𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑒

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

I wake up to the sun shining through the window and the birds chirping a song.

I roll over and crash into a fucking wall.

I groan and rub my forehead and smack Greyson's shoulder as if it was his shoulders fault.

"What did my shoulder ever do to you?" He mumbles.

Why's his morning voice to hot?

"Hit my forehead."

"You hit my shoulder." He confirms.

"Hush child." I lean over him to check the time.

09:32.

"I'm not a child. I'm older than you."

"By what like a month?" I scoff.

"When's your birthday?" He asks.

"March 10th."

"Year?"

"2002."

"I'm older." He smirks.

"When's your birthday?"

"November 10th 2001." He smirks.

"You're older by 4 months." I roll my eyes.

"Still older." He shrugs.

I smack his shoulder, "Shut up."

He climbs on top of me and pins my arms to the bed, "Smack me again and see what happens."

"What will you do?" I stare up at him innocently.

"Fuck. Don't do that."

"Do what?" I furrow my brows.

"Give me that look."

"What look?"

"Them eyes. That little smirky smile."

"This one?" I stare up at him innocently again.

"Fuck. Yes. That one." He mumbles into my neck.

"Why not?" I smirk.

"Because."

"Because what Grey?"

He lets his body rest on mine and I immediately know why he's telling me to stop.

I laugh, "Didn't realise I had that effect on you."

"How could you not? You're flawlessly beautiful."

I blush at his words.

"Shut up." I smack his shoulder again playfully and push him off me, heading into my bathroom.

I wash my face and whilst I'm in the midst of doing that Grey strolls in and taps my bum.