"Friends" || G.D. ||

47: Hotel

Lynn's P.O.V. 

He sits there, on his knee waiting, the whole place quiet. He looks at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I don't know what to say. Obviously, I know my answer, I just don't know how to make the words come out. My mouth seems glue shut and my throat closes. I seem to be holding my breath. 

I start to shake my head while looking at Grayson, my hands still over my mouth. I start to cry and his face turns from worried to full of happiness. He stands up. 

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course. Of course! I love you, Grayson. I really really REALLY do. I just--I don't know what to say!" I say. I can feel the tears falling down my face. I stand up and he hugs me and then kisses me. I can hear people clapping and whistling. He pulls back from the kiss and he hugs me again. He takes the ring out of the box and slowly slips it on my finger. 

I never, once, thought that I would ever be married to Grayson. If I went back and told my 12-year-old self that I was going to be engaged to Grayson I would have laughed and walked away. I never even considered being with him. Late night thinking times, I did, but I never really thought it would ever happen. I wasn't in his "league" I guess. I wasn't his type. I guess I was wrong because, he I am, engaged and in love. 

Grayson leaves a tip for the waiter and we walk out of the restaurant. We get into the car and he starts to drive home. Grayson sets his hand down on my thigh and continues to drive. I want to be with him forever, but tonight I want him. Want, want him.

When we are about a block away from our apartment, I say something, "You wanna get a hotel or something for tonight?"

He looks at me and I look down at my leg that Grayson is holding. I grab his hand and move it closer to my personal place. His eyes brows shoot up and he makes a U-turn, going the opposite way to our apartment.

"I don't want to hear them complain about the noise," I say and he looks at me. I wink at him and he goes faster. He goes to the nearest hotel we both know and we get out. He goes to the desk and gets a V.I.P. room. Gosh, I am making him spend money. Once he gets the card key from the lady he rushes to the elevator and presses the button to the right floor.

"Sorry," I say.

"For what, baby?" he asks.

"Making you spend all this money. The ring, the dinner with V.I.P. and now the hotel with V.I.P. You are spending a lot," I say.

"Don't worry about it. This night is supposed to be special. And the ring was my grandmothers. I just took it in and got it cleaned up a bit. I didn't spend much on the ring if that is okay with you. That is what I thought you would want. To save more money for the wedding and baby," he says. I can tell he is lying when he talks about not spending a lot of money, though.

"We can talk more about that later. Tonight, I want to have fun. I don't want to worry about the baby stuff or planning the wedding. Tonight, it is just me and you," I say.

"I am totally down," he says. The elevator dings and the doors open. He walks to the room and he unlocks the door. He holds the door for me and then walks in himself. He turns the door hanger to 'Do Not Disturb' and closes and locks the door. He throws the card key on the television stand and he walks over to me.

He presses his lips against mine and puts his hands on my waist. He sways back and forth as if we are slow dancing on middle school as he continues to kiss me. His kiss gets hungry and he shows it. He kisses me with more passion but hunger and lust. It drives me crazy.

He slowly pushes me against the wall and his hands skim my body everywhere. He traces paths on my dress that is, unfortunately, covering my body. He kisses behind my ear making me shiver in pleasure. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress and as it starts to slide off my body, I have one thought in my head: This is going to be a fun night...

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