Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Bubbles

Skylar's P.O.V.

Ten hours.

We've been asleep for ten hours.

I roll over in the bed to face Grayson, smiling at his sleeping figure. It's half past seven right now, and I'm wearing nothing but one one Grayson's shirts. Suddenly, the events of this morning begin coming back to me.

No more tension...

I take a deep breath before resting a hand on top of Grayson's arm, which is comfortably positioned on my waist.

Shuffling slightly closer, I peck his nose. When he shows no sign of waking up, I roll my eyes and think back to my method earlier today.

With a smirk on my face, I slide out from under his arm, gently roll him to his back, and haul myself onto his lap. He stirs slightly, but doesn't bother to open his eyes.

Oh come on. I know I'm heavy enough to wake you.

I roll my eyes once again before bending down and pressing my lips to his. His eyes finally shoot open in shock with my sudden boldness.

"Well hello to you too." He says as I pull away.

God, his sexy morning voice is giving me chills.

"Well thank you."

Wait. I said that out loud?

"Yep."

My cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment and he chuckles softly.

"How're you feeling, Princess?"

"Sore." I reply. "Not as bad as last time, but still."

"No regrets?"

I shake my head.

"Good. We're cool?"

I smile and nod my head. "We're cool."

He grins up at me happily, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.

"What time is it?"

"7:36." I reply with a smirk.

His eyes widen. "Seriously? Oh god, Axel is so going to make fun of us for this."

I giggle softly and nod in agreement. Grayson smiles and reaches for his phone, staring at it in surprise.

"Actually, he texted me." He says as he glances at the lock screen of his phone.

"What did he say?"

"Uh... he said: 'Hey Gray, I heard you and Sky banging again. Decided to give you some privacy. I'm at a friend's house, so text me when you two are satisfied. Have fun, I hear sex is the best solution to all problems.'"

I blush profusely at this and bury my face in my hands.

"Oh my god." I mutter.

He chuckles freely. "Yep, that is definitely my brother."

I roll my eyes and slap his shoulder playfully. He grabs it and feigns hurt while I cross my arms over my chest, a smirk etched into my face.

"You're such a bully." He whines.

"You'll get over it." I shrug. "Oh my god, it's been hours. Shouldn't he have known we were done by now?"

"It's Axel. He probably thinks we could go at it for days." He chuckles.

I blush slightly and climb off of his lap. He whines childishly and tries to pull me back down, but I step out of reach before he gets the chance.

"No... Come back to bed."