Finish Line

29

Cold hands traced softly across my bare back, pulling me out of my sleep. For the first time in months, I was being awoken by someone who's name wasn't Dylan Keely. I was moving on with shameless wonder. Dylan had Raelynn, I had Grayson. 

Light was pouring in through the glass doors. My white sheets exposed my bare back as I had been asleep on my stomach. They were soft, brushing against my skin comfortably. My curled hair was thrown across my pillow. 

"Good morning beautiful," His voice had a morning huskiness to it as his hands glided across my exposed skin. I smiled softly against the sheets before pulling them to my chest. 

"Good morning," I giggle, covering my top half as I turn to him. He was hovering over me, it seems as he's already been up for a few hours. I then realize what day it is and that I should be at work, "what time is it?"

"Don't worry, I called you in sick this morning. I knew you needed some sleep," He smirks down at me. A wave of relief washed over me, he's so sweet. It was very considerate of him. 

"Why thank you, that means the world," I smile back at him, softly rubbing my eyes as they adjust to the light.

"Yeah you bet, why don't you throw this on and meet me in the kitchen," He smirks at me as he walks out, tossing me a massive gray hoodie of his as he does. I smile at this and pull it into my chest. I breath in his cologne as I pull it over my body. I'm tall but the sweatshirt covers down to mid-thigh. 

I slip out of bed and pull my hair up using a black clip. I've been feeling very vintage when it comes to my hair lately, using hair clips and pinning it up rather than using rubber bands. So I pinned my hair up and I pushed the doors apart, revealing the kitchen. 

The light flushed onto my skin, my tan legs glistening against the light. A smile broke across my face as I stepped down the few stairs leading to the beautiful breakfast laid out in front of me. We sat next to each other at the bar as we ate and caught up. He didn't have to be at the firm until eleven this morning and it was only nine. So after breakfast he was gonna head out, but until then we had all the time in the world. 

I laughed as he made jokes throughout our breakfast. We exchanged numbers and he ended up leaving after breakfast. Not even three minutes after Grayson's departure, Maya was storming my place. 

"Who was the super sexy tall guy I saw walking out of here this morning, and what is all this? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" She interrogates as she welcomes herself in, looking around at the kitchen. She then sees my shorts from the night before thrown onto the floor and snaps her head up at me. 

"His name is Grayson, he was like my first boyfriend in the third grade and he found out I was in town. Turns out he works as a lawyer at some firm downtown, he stopped by to say hello," I briefly describe last nights events to Maya. 

"Okay, I need more than piss water. Please tell me all of what occurred last night," She scolds as she picks some fresh strawberries out of the container. 

"We got to talking, and then we got to kissing, and then he was making me breakfast," I tell her as I make my way to my bedroom. 

"And I assume that's his sweatshirt covering your shame," She smirks as she bites into another strawberry, this time dipping it into the powdered sugar sitting beside her. 

"Yes, it is. Don't tell Dylan or Duce about this okay?" I say as I begin to clean up the breakfast from this morning. 

"Well that might be a problem," She gives me a light smile as I whip around to face her, "they saw him walking out this morning." 

"No, you're kidding," I let my head drop as I hear a knock at the door, as if on cue. I snap my head back up towards the door, "it's open." 

Without any hesitation, Duce and Dylan push the door open. I stand with my hands on my hips, still wearing only Grayson's sweatshirt.