All For You

8

I laid in Grey's bed that night, staring blankly at the ceiling. Grey's arm was around my waist, his head resting on my stomach. I lightly stroked his hair and listened to his snores.

I don't know why I hadn't read the note sooner. Maybe it's just because I truly didn't feel ready.

Honestly, nothing could have prepared me for what I read. I still miss my father, I could never forget him. He will always be a part of me that I could not bare to lose.

I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped for sleep to come, but to no avail. I huffed, deciding on heading to the kitchen to find a glass of water of something to keep me occupied.

I gently removed Grey's heavy arm and head off of me, earning a groan from him.

I smiled slightly and put a pillow in place of myself. Greyson clutched the pillow, pulling it closer to himself.

He had a small pout, his eyebrows just a tiny bit furrowed. His messy hair was sticking up in all directions, but it looked perfect on him, whereas I would have looked like Madusa.

He is so adorable!

I watched him (not creepily) for a couple of seconds in awe.

Just then, I saw Greyson lift his leg and let out a huge fart.

My eyes widened and I clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I suddenly choked out a loud cackle, startling Greyson awake. I clutched my stomach and fell into the floor laughing.

"What? What is it?" Greyson lept up from the bed, looking for any signs of danger, before letting his eyes rest on me.

He knit his eyebrows together and hesitantly helped me up. I grinned at him and wiped a fake tear away from my face.

"What happened Little One?" Greyson said with an awkward smile, brushing my hair away from my face.

I pursed my lips to keep from laughing again, and Greyson just looked at me even more confused.

"G-Grey, y-you sleep farted!" I laughed out. I don't know why I found this funny, probably because I'm terribly stressed right now and my body literally needed a laugh.

Greyson's cheeks heated up, and he rubbed his hands harshly on his face.

"Damn, I am so sorry, Little One," he groaned.

He started to laugh though, the sound bringing pleasure to my entire being. I shuddered uncontrollably, which Greyson saw.

He walked closer to me, placing his hands firmly on either of my shoulders. His wide, dark eyes shamelessly scanned me over.

He licked his lips and gave me a wolfish grin.

"I don't know if I've told you this, Little One, but I really, really like you," Grey's voice dropped an octave as he said that. I stared up with wide eyes, shocked that he just admitted that.

And for a second there, I thought I felt my dead heart beating again.

I knew I had to come clean and admit it. I haven't admitted it to myself yet, but I was absolutely positive that I liked him, too.

"I like you too, Grey," I said quietly. My hands were resting on Grey's muscular chest. I felt his soothing heartbeat against my palms, and his dark eyes stared into mine with posessiveness.

As if time slowed down, Grey slowly leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. I did the same, standing on the balls of my feet to meet him half way.

My lips finally connected with his, an the feeling was astounding. I can't even describe how much passion I felt whilst kissing him.