Giddy ~ GD

Chapter 21 - Smiles and Love

(play music when you see "play music now" ok thanks)

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In a light sleep, I was prone to hear the lowest of sounds. Sounds as low as my father's consoling to me, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay when my mother was about to arrive home. Dad always stroked his hands through my hair, and I would look at him through his thick, circular glasses as he whispered to me, "It's okay, Jenna. Everything will be okay. I promise."

As the Hawaiian sun rose through Grayson's hotel room, it was his snoring that woke me. My brain switched from the past to the present, my gift. To have this amazing boyfriend sleeping next to me was the best gift I could ever ask for. I felt like I woke up on Christmas morning to a puppy jumping around in my bed.

Grayson was facing me, his hands building a wall between his face and the bamboo pillow. His lips were pouted after each snore. All I could think to myself was, I really want to kiss him right now. But I know that I had to respect that he was asleep.

My hand warmed up each time his bare chest moved up and down. I caught myself brushing my fingers against his chest, but I didn't move my hand. It almost felt like it couldn't move, like it was stuck to him. My long, nude fingernails bounced across him as I played a tune in my head, completely forgetting that I was playing piano on my boyfriend's chest.

I chuckled, slowly taking my hand away. It instantly felt cold and sore, missing his touch. Sighing, I put it underneath the blanket.

Grayson's snoring slowed down, as he drifted off into REM sleep. I examined his face, each beautiful perfection sculpting his exquisiteness. My heart longed for his eyes, as they were closed shut and I couldn't see his evergreen tree eyes. His eyebrows were relaxed, and his nostrils flared as each breath he took. In between his two eyebrows, was a small scar. It was tiny and connected the two mountain eyebrows. I have never noticed it, as I have never been in the same bed as him.

Each morning, I urgently needed to use the restroom. Not even Grayson could distract me from my bladder.

I unrolled the sheets on my side of the bed, swinging my legs over to the side. I rested my head on my small hands, still fatigue. I rubbed my skin, which was now clear. I got up and tip-toed into the hallway. My body felt stiff and sore. I knew that Hawaii could heal my discomfort.

I found the restroom near my bedroom. I walked in and did my business. After I finished, I went to my bedroom.

Even though it was an adorable bedroom, it didn't feel right without Grayson in it. I yearned for his presence. Like a dog without their owner, or a mom without her child. My heart skipped a beat remembering that I felt like Marissa right now. She was calling me all of the last night and I'm positive my phone has several notifications now.

I reached into my white suitcase, rummaging through my clothes to find a black bikini. I undressed and put on the bikini, excited to go swimming for the day.

The beach is outstanding was an understatement. The way the dusty blue waves rolled up against the warm, skin-tickling sand, umbrellas scattered around. I only visited the beach once, on my second day in LA. It was stunning, but with Morgan by my side brought down the mood. As Grayson displays positivity every living moment, I swear the beach would be heaven.

I walked into the hallway, only to see Grayson's body laying in a peaceful sleep. I almost wanted to jump back in and cuddle him, but I respected that he worked hard and sleep was critical. Instead of being an annoying girlfriend, I went to the living room and called room service.