All Grown Up

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Peyton's POV

I woke up with an arm wrapped around me tightly. I looked at Greyson who was still asleep and smiled. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the soft tapping of the light rain against his window. I looked back at Greyson only to find him staring down at me. "Nice view?" I smirked.

"Perfect view." He smiled. He kissed my cheek and got up. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and I sat up. He walked out and I grabbed his phone. I unlocked it seeing a conversation pulled up. My curiosity getting the best of me, I scrolled through the messages. Greyson had been talking about me but to who? The messages contained a little personal information as well as general information.

I heard his footsteps and locked his phone tossing it back beside me. "We're alone. You hungry?" I nodded and I grabbed my phone. I climbed out of the bed and jumped on his back. I had on one of his shirts and my undergarments. "What would you like to do today?" He walked in the kitchen and put me down.

"I don't know. Just go out somewhere?" He nodded and pulled out ingredients and pans. "I want to help." He shook his head, me pouting.

"No no no. I'm making you breakfast and you're going to sit right there and be beautiful." He pecked my pouty lips and started cooking. I smiled at my ring and my phone buzzed. I turned it off and sat it on the table. I looked at Greyson and smiled. He looked up and smiled, "Like what you see love?"

"No." He looked at me with a pained expression. "I love what I see." I giggled and he walked over to me. He picked me up, me wrapping my legs around his waist. "Shouldn't you be cooking?"

"I should." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "But I feel I deserve a kiss for that last statement. It really hurt." I giggled and pecked his lips.

"You can get it later. We both have morning breath right now." He groaned, walking back to the stove. I climbed on him as if he were a jungle gym.

"Having fun?" He chuckled and I stopped. He walked over to the table and I sat down.

"After we finish, mind taking me home to get dressed?" I started eating and accidentally moaned.

"Good?" I nodded and offered him a bite. I fed him some and went back to eating. "Yeah I'll take you. I'm going to take a shower while you eat."

"Okay." He kissed my dimple and walked away. I finished my food and washed the plate and pans. I dried the dishes and put them up before walking back to his room.

I turned my phone back on and scrolled through Instagram, sitting on his bed. Greyson came back with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.  My eyes trailed down to his V-line. "Eyes up here love." I met his eyes and he chuckled.

"Well maybe I want what's down there." I smirked, crawling off the bed and walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. He traced my lip and I granted him access. My hands tangled in his wet hair, his on my bum. He pulled me closer, his hands sliding up the t-shirt. His aroused friend was pressed against my lower region.

He pulled away, pulling the t-shirt over my head. He kissed me again, picking me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, him carrying me to the bed. We heard the door open and close and I jumped off him. I put the t-shirt back on quickly and he put on boxers and jeans. I sat back on his bed and his mom opened the door.

"Hello."

"Hey mom." Greyson hugged her and walked back to his closet.

"Hi Ms. Scott." I smiled.

"Peyton we've talked about this." She crossed her arms. "Call me Liz."

"Or she could call you mom." I looked at Greyson wide eyed. "She said yes." He smiled, pulling on a white t-shirt.