Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love One More Day

Skylar's P.O.V.

The rest of the school day went by rather quickly, and I found out that Luke was in my first, second, fourth, and seventh period classes.

Great.

He may be in my gym class too, but I won't find out until tomorrow. Sixth period has an 'A' and 'B' day. My 'A' days are Home Economics, while any other day is gym.

I never really minded gym. I'm a fast runner, years of practice from trying to escape my father. I guess some good did come out of it.

Anyways, now it's 4:38 and Grayson and I are in his room, watching Netflix and throwing popcorn into each others mouths.

"You're such a cheater!" I shout while slapping his shoulder.

"Am not! You're just jealous." He retorts.

"Why would I be jealous of someone who has to cheat in order to win?"

"I didn't cheat!"

I cross my arms over my chest and release a childish 'hmph' sound while turning my head away from him.

"Princess..." He sighs.

Silence.

I wait for a moment, trying to decipher what his next move will be. Soon enough, two warm arms encircle my small frame and push me backwards.

I now lay flat on my back in the middle of the large mattress with my boyfriend hovering over me.

"Okay," he breathes out. "I cheated."

I narrow my eyes into a playful glare and tilt my head upward, shunning him silently.

Though he uses this as an opportunity to latch his lips onto my neck. Horny Bastard...

I think about pushing him off, but I don't want to give him the gratitude of knowing he has an effect on me. So I just lay there. Completely still. Not allowing a single reaction to show.

He doesn't like this, as he growls lowly and sucks harder on my sweetspot. No doubt about it, I'll have a mark there tomorrow.

I bite my lip to contain a moan, though much to my disdain, it escapes. I feel my heat rise in my cheeks in embarrassment, though Grayson has other opinions.

He pulls away slowly to look at me, his eyes filled with lust and need. As he speaks, his already-low voice comes out raspy and sexy.

"That was fucking hot, Princess."

I reach up to bury my face in my hands, but Grayson pulls them away and holds them above my head with one hand.

"Nuh-uh, Princess. Don't ever hide your beautiful face from me."

By now, my blush had grown impossibly deeper, and I fight the urge to kiss the man in front of me.

Grayson licks his lips, leaning down at a painfully slow rate. Noticing my eagerness, he smirks slightly before capturing my lips in his.

The kiss was fast and hungry, though anyone could tell that we were in love. He releases my hands and they immediately go to his hair.

He groans against my mouth as his tongue battles mine for dominance. As usual, he wins easily.

Our make out session continues for a long while before Grayson's mom calls us down for dinner.

Dinner!?

My eyes widen and I turn to look at the clock. Five fifty. Five fucking fifty. We made out for over an hour?

Grayson and I turn to each other and burst out laughing. We roll around on the bed, clutching our stomachs in pain. All lust has faded away and we're laughing in complete hysterics.