Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Four.Polaroid.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Ed Sheeran-Photograph

The heart wants it wants,

But the heart doesn't always get what it wants.

I couldn't go against everything I knew and give in to Grayson within seconds. I needed to stand my ground and not give in until I knew exactly what was going on between him and Olivia. 

One thing is for sure, I couldn't wait longer than my head was telling me to. 

It was inevitable that I would go back to Grayson, he was my drug. 

And I was addicted.

But I just wouldn't speak to him.

Not until I knew.

When I got into Blake's car the strong scent of masculinity and freshness hit me as soon as Blake closed my door and walked around to his side of the car and hopped in rubbing his hands together to try warm them up from the cold.

I hadn't even noticed my hands were blue with the cold, not until Blake looked down at my hands with a worrisome expression on his face and turned on the ac and took my hands in his and rubbed them together blowing hot air onto them.

It was like that moment in The Vow, when Channing Tatum blows onto Rachel McAdams' hands to warm her up. It was something I envisioned happening with Grayson, not Blake.

I stared at him, not noticing he was staring right back into my eyes until I looked up. I smiled at him, he returned the action with a small chuckle, his throat rippling as he did.  The windows were frosted at the corners, the seats almost frozen solid but it wasn't as cold as how my heart felt right now.

I keep contemplating in my head if I made the right choice, the look on Grayson's face as soon as I turned around told me it wasn't but then my head is telling me that this is what needed to happen for me to get my answers.

For a relationship to work, you need trust and good communication with each other and right now we were lacking one of those traits.

I trusted Grayson more than I could trust myself, but we didn't communicate. If we get into an argument the first thing I do is demand answers while Grayson turns me down. I didn't want to admit it, but if we continued like this I couldn't see our relationship lasting.

And that was the last thing I wanted.

Hell, I would have made out with Glen the guy who ate a hairy gummy bear after being on the school lunch ground probably ten years, just to make me and Grayson's relationship work.

Kissing another guy probably wouldn't solve our problems...

Especially not making out with the guy who ate the hairy gummy bear.

''What's on your mind, Libby?'' Blake asked, my hands still in his warm embrace.

I sighed, diverting my eyes away from him to look out the frosty window beside me. The sky was as white as snow, my breath apparent when I let out a breath. 

''I guess you should be asking what isn't on my mind'' I chuckled solemnly, although there was no humor in my tone.

I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was looking at me like if he smiled I would break into a million pieces. 

''He'll come around, If I know you two it's that you two can't be away from each other without cracking'' He spoke, gently. He softly nudged me with his elbow making me turn around from my position and look into his ocean eyes.