Dirty
Lynn, Grayson, and Ethan have all been best friends since they were babies back in New Jersey. Nothing changed after the twins and Lynn moved to California. Things start to change two years later as Lynn gets more curves and Grayson can't help...
Everyone wanted a double update so there will be this one and another one.
Lynn's P.O.V.
I woke up in Grayson's big, muscly arms. I smiled at the feeling of him and his love first thing in the morning. I lay on his arms for a couple more minutes before pull out and grab my phone.
I have four new texts. All from Kyce.
Kyce: Good morning
Kyce: Wake up
Kyce: Come onnnnn. We need to catch uppppp.
Kyce: Text me when you wake up
I smile and his goofiness and throw the blanket off of me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. Correction: tried to stand up. As soon as I stand, I feel a burning pain in my legs and I fall on the ground with a loud THUD.
Grayson jerks awake and looks around. He sees me on my side of the bed, but on the floor and looks at me.
"Grayson. . . " I whine.
"Did you just fall?" he asks in his sexy, husky morning voice.
I shake my head and look at him. "My legs, Gray. They hurt really really bad," I say. He gets up and walks over to me. He picks me up with no effort and sets me on the edge of the bed. He leaves the room.
He comes back in about 2 minutes with some pain medication, a glass of water, and some bottle. I take the medication and gulp the water. He rubs the lotion all over my legs.
"This will help loosen your legs," he says.
"Thank you, Gray," he looks at me.
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Walking isn't terrible anymore. It still hurts, but not as bad. I made breakfast for everyone and grab my phone to text Kyce.
Me: hey. I'm up
He responds right away.
Kyce: Sweet! I was wondering if it was okay if I just come over so we can talk??
Me: yeah it should be
Kyce: would a half an hour be enough time?
Me: haha you are funnyyyyy. but sure. idc
Kyce: Ok. cya then
Me: cya then
I put my phone down. I am just laying in Grayson's beanbag chair and Gray is on his phone on his bed. I might as well let him know. I don't know how he is going to feel.
"Hey, Gray!" I say, trying to get his attention.
"What's up?" he asks.
"Kyce is going to be coming over in a little bit. Just thought you would want to know," I say. I grab my phone.
"What!?" Grayson says.
"What? What's wrong?" I ask.
"Are you kidding me right now?" he asks.
"No. Why are you so upset?" I ask.
"How do you even know? You have his number?" he says, shocked.
"I didn't. He texted me last night and now I do. He must have kept my number. Why are you freaking out right now?" I say.
"What do you mean 'why am I freaking out'? You are talking to your ex. The ex that broke your heart. Why are you even talking to him?" he asks.
"Because when he talked to me yesterday at the beach, he was talking about how he was sorry and how wrong he was. He said he didn't care that I was with you because he wasn't going to mess with me like that. He said that he wanted to be only friends, Grayson. Now, are you done freaking out?" I say.
"No! He is your ex, Lynn. You talked to him without me knowing and are planning on meeting him at your place or his place or wherever you are going to do what? To talk? To be friends? Yeah, right," he yells.
"He wants to catch up, Grayson! Is it really that big of a deal that friends want to catch up?!" I yell back.
"Friends, no. Ex's while you are with someone else, yes. Lynn, I don't like it or him," Grayson says.
"And what the hell do you mean 'Yeah, right'? You think I would cheat on you? Wow, Grayson. Thanks," I say. I start to cry but I storm out of his room before I cry more. I get all the way to the door when I realize I forgot my phone on Grayson's beanbag chair.
I walk back into his room and he looks pissed and depressed. I grab my phone and start to walk out of the room but Grayson stops me by grabbing my hand. I snatch my hand back but I turn around.
I stare at him and he stares at me. He walks past me and closes his door. He sits down on the chair and looks at me. I sit on the edge of his bed and look at him.
"When did he text you?" he asks.
"Why are you interrogating me like I did something wrong?" I say.
"You texted him back. You texted an ex while with someone!" he exclaims.
"I not doing this," I say, standing up.
"Let me see your phone," he says.
"No," I say.
"Give it to me," he says, getting up and blocking the door.
"Get out of my way, Grayson," I say.
He grabs my phone and tries to unlock it.
"What's the passcode?" he asks.
"Why won't you believe me? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you let me talk?" I yell.
"What is the passcode?" he repeats.
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