Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"I could have died!" I shouted, giggling a little now, although, my heart was still feeling like a ticking time bomb.

I got up and marched over to him, his face still submerged in the feathery pillow, I tapped his head and he lifted it up, a wide, sparkling grin still playing on his face, how could I possibly be mad at that?!

He got up and wandered over to the dressing table, "I told you to brace yourself if anyone saw anything!" He admitted.

"Yeah well! I wasn't expecting pay back that quickly! Where did that thing come from?!" I asked waving my hands at the mask.

He giggled, "Oh, just something I keep to hand, turns out I really do need it sometimes!" He cracked out laughing again, sitting down at the dresser, checking himself in the mirror before spraying his hair with relaxer.

I shook my head in defeat, "We're equal now, yeah?!" I asked.

"Hell no! I still haven't paid you back fully for the situation in the limo!" He said, looking at me through the mirror, twiddling with the curls and spraying them lightly.

"What?! Do you not think THIS is enough payback!?" I exclaimed, pointing to the hickey on my neck.

He chuckled, turning around and standing up, stopping in the middle of the room, "No, not really!" He grinned.

I sighed, he was too crafty, "Well, I'm tired Mikey!" I said, trying to avoid any other defeats, slipping off my slippers and throwing them over to the other side of the room.

I threw back the covers and climbed inside, laying down on the left side of the bed.

I watched as he stood there motionless, expressionless. He stared at the bed, at me.

I patted the bed next to me, "You getting in? Or you just gonna stare it out all night?"