The Trouble With Two Seasons

Chapter 23 : Fire on Fire

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Explicit content and
Profanity is present in this chapter.(Mature Themes)

Read at your own risk. Take care!

Love,Mhaya.

"Should I drive you home?" Grayer asked Winter, smoothly easing his car from the car park.

He gave the valet a little wave before the car picked speed and rolled off onto the busy street.

Dinner was lovely for a first date, if Winter could call it that because technically they weren't dating.

Whatever they had going on was situationship, but Winter could find herself yearning for more.

"No, I'm not feeling home right now. I don't want to be alone tonight." Winter said softly, answering Grayer's question and breaking the silence.

Grayer's mouth morphed into an 'o'.

Winter tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"My Mum has her attorney over, they're working on the divorce files. It's overwhelming having people give you pitiful stares and urging you to take a side." Winter confessed.

"It'll be okay." Grayer assured sparing her a soft smile.

Grayer drove around for a while, trying to find somewhere comforting they could crash out. Blending in with his tux and her startling dinner dress would be difficult.

"We could just crash at yours, if it's fine with you?" Winter offered, noticing they'd been driving around town with no known destination.

Grayer nodded, switching gears.

A few minutes later, he pulled up into his driveway, the night still and quiet.

They tumbled out of the car and made their way upstairs, slowly to Grayer's room. His family has gone to bed already.

"Should I get you something?" Grayer asked awkwardly rubbing his neck.

Winter shrugged it off.

"Nice room." She complimented looking around the dimly lit sports themed room.

She settled on the dark blue sheets on his bed. Grayer was relieved that the cleaning lady had come over to tidy up after him today.

Winter slipped off her diamond studs and unclasped her pearl necklace, placing it on Grayer's bedside table.

"The washroom's to the left, I can get you a spare tee if you want to change or something." Grayer offered, opening his closet door.

"Thank you." Winter said as Grayer handed her an old baggy tee.

"I'll be in the next room if you need me." Grayer said backing out of his room.

"Grayer," Winter softly called out.

"I actually don't want to be alone." She confessed.

"Can you stay with me?" She requested softly.

"Yeah, sure." Grayer nodded shoving his hands in his pockets.

Winter smiled, drawing near Grayer. She needed help with her zipper.

Grayer reached for the zip, holding Winter's waist for a grip and tugged slowly at the dress.

The dress drew open, exposing Winter's bare back. His thumbs grazed lightly against her spine.

She slowly turned to face Grayer, his hand still rested on her waist. Leaning in close, she planted a slow long kiss on his lips.