Wings That Can't Fly

|Two|

A/N

Hello again, my little lovelies! 

I want to thank you all for reading! It means so much to me!

Whenever I see there's a new read, I literally start dancing around my room like a maniac XD

Oh, and the picture at the top is of Delia (played by -the gorgeous- Candice Swanepoel)

. . .

I frowned. "Grayson?"

"That is the name my mother gave me, yes."

I resisted the urge to give him a flat look and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. You don't really seem like the party type to me."

"Designated driver, I guess." I frowned. I didn't really know why I was there when I could have been home, snuggled against my soft pillow in my warm bed. Damn Cassy and her persuasive talents.

He nodded his head understandingly and feigned a look of pity. "Been there, done that." I internally rolled my eyes in amusement.

For the first time since this weird encounter, I gave him a once-over. His six something form compared to my 5'5" full height made him look like the Eiffel tower from my perspective, so I had to crane my neck to look at his face properly. Ok... I'm not going to deny it, he was drop-dead gorgeous with the dark gray long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, which accented his broad chest and outlined the abs that I was sure were underneath. His jeans hung around his waist, hugging his lower half perfectly, and his hair looked slightly messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed, making him look absolutely delicious... Like a chocolate ganache cupcake with sprinkles and a strawberry on top. Wait, what?

"When you're done checking me out, do you want to dance?" He smirked.

A blush crept up my neck and stained my cheeks, but he didn't notice thanks to the lack of lighting. "Pfft, I wasn't checking you out. I was just admiring how the universe has blessed you. And yes, there is a big difference." I rolled my eyes.

"You're too much." He chuckled.

"Or so I'm told." I said just as the song The Nights by Avicii started playing and I microscopically started nodding my head to the rhythm as an automatic response.

"So, shall we?" He noticed I was mouthing the song's lyrics and nodded towards the "dance floor," which was actually the living room with the two couches pushed up against the walls to leave more room for the energized dancers.

"Lead the way." He spun around, heading to were a bunch of drunk teenagers were flailing their hands around in a failed attempt at dancing.

We danced to the next few songs. I was actually having fun. Like, laughing-so-hard-your-stomach-hurts fun. The fact that I felt so relaxed near this complete stranger made me want to trust him immediately, but a little voice at the back of my head kept telling me not to get too close.

When a slow dance came on, we decided to take a break. I was beyond thirsty. My throat felt like sandpaper from how dry it was.

"I'm getting a drink." I said to Grayson, slowly backing up to go to the kitchen.

"I'll go with you." He gave me a breathtaking smile that made my heart pick up speed for a moment.

Together, we made our way through the people that were packed in the small house like sardines in a can. But not before I got elbowed in the ribs... four times. Like seriously, it was like the world had something against the bones protecting the organs that supplied me air.