Cuddle - grayson dolan

16-h i m

«Grayson»
I knew where her room was. I just wasn't sure if I should go up there. I wanted too see her. I wanted to meet her. But all of the what ifs stop that.

"Just go up there Gray, man up. You've been speaking too this girl for what? Two months now." Ethan pushed.

"Yeah. You know what I'm going to march in there and just hug her... that simple yeah?" I ask, panting from the energy in me.

"Yup go." With that, Ethan pushes me into the elevator and pushes her floor level.

I just hope that she's okay.

I inhale a calm deep breath before giving three solid knocks on the follow door and stepping in. "Lilah?"

She gasped in shock, "Grayson..."

It was almost unrealistic to see how she looked in real life. She was short with nice Hawaiian features, long silky black hair that I just needed to run my hands through.

"Are you okay?"
"What are you doing here." We asked simultaneously.

"What do you mean am I okay?"
"What do you mean what am I doing?" We said together again.

"I am okay Grayson, it's just my anxiety. Now why are you here. Your not supposed to be here. Especially meeting me like this." She rambled. Her voice was so beautiful, it was soothing and soft.

"You weren't answering me. I was worried about you." I explained. "But you're okay?"

"Perfect. Even better with you here."

I whip my lips into a smile and reach for her hand. "I feel the exact same way."