Grey

12.

Dan's POV

The day my father came home added excitement to one of the best weeks I'd had in a long time. Everything was finally going great. Greyson and I were finally in a good place and we just couldn't get enough of each other. Greyson was the aggressor in this of course. He would randomly pull me into closets and kiss me senseless, grab my ass when no one was looking, or rub my thigh in class when the teacher turned away. It was driving me sexually insane. Not to mention the ravenous glances he kept throwing my way during our volunteering at Sunnyside Elementary. Chris noticed it too.

One day during volunteering every time I looked up Greyson would be staring at me longingly without blinking for long periods of time with this knowing smirk on his face. I blushed under his striking gaze, his grey eyes piercing something deep inside of me. It got to the point where Chris pulled me aside and asked if we wanted to leave early, because that amount of sexual tension should never be in the same room as a bunch of innocent children. He was joking of course, but I was completely mortified that even he could see it. I hadn't gone that far sexually with Greyson yet, but I knew that after tonight things had the possibility of escalating. Greyson was going to meet both of my parents. Something I was extremely excited and nervous about.

My mother didn't possess any kind of filter. She had the ability to ask incredibly pervasive questions unthinkingly. I was afraid she'd ask questions about Greyson that he would be uncomfortable in answering. She was also incredibly over protective of me and didn't want to see me get hurt, especially because this was my first real boyfriend. I've always known that I was gay but I'd never actually dated anyone before. So this was something new for both me and my mom. I knew that my father would be a lot calmer than my mother and I was really anxious to see him because I knew he'd have the answers on how to proceed in this relationship with Greyson.

My father is a wise man who seems to have the best advice for any situation. So I knew he'd be able to help. He also just set our entire house at ease with his presence. He was the glue that kept this family together. He worked just to keep my mother and I living the stable lives that we've been living for so long. It was all thanks to him that we weren't out on the streets eating out of dumpsters. I knew my mother was extremely happy to see him also. She started singing around the house again, something she only did when my father was around. It meant that she was really happy, and it was nice to see my mother happy instead of worrying all of the time.

I was helping my mother get dinner started around 5 pm when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I said running to the front hallway. I thrust open the door, and there stood the guy I loved seeing everyday looking breathtakingly handsome as usual.

I stood there taking him all in. He was dressed in a dark blue button down shirt which brought out his eyes more than usual and dark jeans, with an expensive looking silver watch on his right hand and his hair more groomed than usual. He smelled amazing like some kind of expensive Calvin Klein cologne. He was also dressed in his famous smirk with a familiar glint in his eye signaling that he was looking me over the same way I was doing to him. I blushed and looked away

"You look hot." Greyson said taking a step into the doorway. It was my house and my parents so I didn't bother wearing anything extravagant. I was just wearing a nice shirt and jeans and my favorite sneakers. A slight step up from my usual hoodie and jeans. I refused to meet Greyson's eyes because I knew my face was burning crimson red. I could feel his familiar warmth so close. He was right in front of me, staring down at me waiting for me to look at him. Finally, I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. I mentally cursed as my heart sped up to one hundred beats a minute.

"You don't look half bad yourself." I said jokingly.

Greyson reached for my cheek and dragged his index finger across it and down to my jaw line, tipping my face up to his.