Little Sister// Grayson Dolan Fanfiction

7

Madison's POV
Few days later

I walk downstairs, wondering what would be for dinner.

I don't see anyone in the livingroom, so I walk into the kitchen.

I see the fridge door open and furrow my eyebrows, walking towards it as a shirtless Grayson with roller skates comes into my view.

"What are you doing?" I asked and he falls backwards onto his butt, making me start laughing.

He looks up at me and glares slightly, a small smile forming on his face still as his cheeks redden.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked

"It looks like your raiding my refrigerator... with skates on." I said

"Then it looks pretty accurate." He said making me giggle.

I hold out my hands and he grabs them, pulling himself up.

He lets out a small sigh, smiling at me.

"Sooooo.... where is my brother?" I asked him, looking up at him.

"He went somewhere." He replied shrugging.

"Umm. Ok when will he be back?" I asked

"I'm not sure" he said shrugging again.

"Gee thanks Gray" I said rolling my eyes.

He smiles cheekily at me and my eyes scan down his body.

God why are you so fucking hot?!?!?

"I uh.. I don't know." He said blushing, still smiling.

"Whooppsss. That was not supposed to come out." I replied covering my mouth, blushing also.

He giggles a little, making me smile a little at how cute he can be.

"So um.. are we gonna talk about ... the kiss?" He asked me slowly, blushing a lot.

"You mean kissES. Plural Gray."  I corrected him with a smirk.

He smiles a little, letting out a light chuckle.

"Right." He said

"What about them?" I asked him raising an eyebrow.

"I mean was that something that's gonna happen more...?? Or never again.?" He trails off, blushing a lot.

"I think it can happen anytime you, and I, want." I replied slowly, emphasizing you and I.  I push him backwards gently, him moving easily since he is on skates.  His back presses against the fridge, my hands resting on his chest.

He looks down at me, curious as to what I was doing, and I was curious as well, considering the fact that my mom, dad, brother, or Ethan for the matter, could walk in at any minute.

He looks down at me nervously, his hands moving onto my hips, pulling me forwards, closer to him.

His eyes fixated on my lips.