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...
What did you think of Ethan getting Grayson his dream car?
Lynn's P.O.V.
As Grayson hurries into the bathroom looking worried I inform him that he doesn't need to hurry, "What clothes am I going to wear? I don't want to put the dress back on and risk ruining it."
"You sounded hurt or something. Gosh, you scared me!" he says.
"What am I going to wear?" I say again.
"Relax. I can go down to the gift shop and get some clothes for both of us," he says.
"How are you going to go down there?" I ask.
"I can throw on my pants. I don't think they will care about my shirt," he says.
"Okay. I am getting out. I don't want to look like a sun dried tomato," I say. I sit up and attempt to stand up. I start standing up when I feel hands on my sides, helping me. Grayson helps me out of the tub and leans in.
He gives me a quick kiss and says, "I'll be right back." I wrap the white towel around my body and lay on the hotel bed, waiting for Grayson to get back.
I lay on my phone until Grayson gets back. I wait for about a half an hour before I text him.
Lynn: Babe did you get lost? Lol
He doesn't see it.
Lynn: seriously. answer me. are you okay?
Doesn't see it.
I decide to call him. It rings, rings, rings.
Hello. You have reached the automatic voice messaging sys--
I hang the phone up and set it down. What the hell is he doing and where is he?
My phone rings. I hurry up and pick it up.
"Gray? You okay?" I ask.
"Are you the lucky lady that has this very handsome man's heart?" I lady asks, obviously drunk.
"Yes. I am his soon to be wife. Can I please know who you are and why you have his phone?"
"My name is Karel. I--oh--I am going to give his phone back now," Karel says.
"Babe? Lynn?" Grayson says into the phone.
"Who the hell was that? Why did she have your phone?" I fire questions at him.
He starts talking, "I don't know who she was. She stopped me and complimented me on my body, saying it was nice and she wanted me to take her back to her room. Her non-drunk friend came by and started apologizing. When the friend was apologizing, the drunk one, Karel, the one you were talking to, took my phone. That was when you texted me. I was on my way back to the hotel and got caught up in this for the past 10 minutes. I'm sorry, babe."
"How did she know about another girl?" I ask, confused.
"You texted her saying baby and shit like that. Listen, I am almost up to the hotel room. I will talk to you about it there," he says, "Love you."
I don't want to talk about it anymore, though, and that is what I say when he walks in the door.
"It is fine, Grayson. I understand what happened," I say.
"I don't want you upset or thinking I cheated on you, though," he says.
I get up from the bed, a towel still wrapped around my body, and walk over to him. I look him in the eyes and grab the back of his neck to pull him down to my height. He concedes and I press my lips to his.
"I believe that you didn't cheat on me. I understand that it was an accident," I say after I pull back, "But promise me one thing."
"And what is that Lynn," he says smiling.
"Don't ever go out into public without a shirt on unless I am with you so I can kill a bitch if they even look at you," I say.
"You got yourself a deal," he says.
I take the clothes from him and put them on. He didn't get a bra or underwear so I don't have a bra. I wore the thong yesterday for only about an hour and even though I hate the thought of putting them back on, I hate the thought of going commando even more. I put on the baggy gray shirt and the black stretchy booty shorts. It doesn't look like I am wearing any pants but whatever.
Grayson is dressed as well, wearing the same stuff, except for, I hope, a white thong under the black shorts. His shorts are longer, though, and the shirt looks much better on him than on me. I climb up next to him and snuggle close to his chest.
I lay there for a long time, happy in his arms and listening to his heart beat until he finally talks, "What are you thinking about?"
"How glad I am in your arms," I say, "and the wedding."
"What about the wedding?" he asks.
"What it is going to look like. The dress. Your suit. Bridesmaids. Best men. Where it is going to be. I don't know, just all of it," I say.
"Think aloud then," he says.
"Starting where?" I ask.
"Where do you want it to be?" he asks.
"I don't know. I was thinking, like, a beach wedding? And having a short wedding dress. I don't know, something like that," I say.
"What about bridesmaids," he says.
"I haven't even thought about that. I want my mom to be the--" I stop short, realizing what I just said. My mom.
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