For Mature audiences only! Dirty!!!
This is the sequel to Friends. Please read Friends first because if you don't you might be confused.
Now married, Lynn and Grayson encounter some problems. Trying to get through it, they both ignore the obvious pr...
The silence stretches out, no one daring to break the awkward silence. It feels like hours later when Grayson walks up to me. His eyes stare into mine and I see the apology in his eyes before he says it.
"Lynn... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. I was worried that I was going to lose you. I understand now how that doesn't make sense. I was stupid and I said even stupider things. I don't think you'll cheat on me but-- I-I just don't know what got into me. I really am sorry."
I can tell that he is sorry. I can see him struggling to make me understand how sorry he is. It hurts me to see him hurt. Even if he deserves it a bit.
His hand lands lightly on my face and his thumbs make circular motions, calming me.
"I know your sorry, Grayson," I sigh, "I love you and I shouldn't have yelled. I just got frustrated. Look I'm sorry too. Let's just go to the beach. Go get dressed. Can we just forget about all of this? It's our honeymoon. Let's go have fun."
"Okay," he says. He backs away but not before kissing my lips gently.
"God, I love you," he says.
My face heats up and I smile.
"And I you," I say.
He grabs our two beach towels and grabs my hand as we lock the door and head to the beach
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I lay on the bed, staring out our hotel glass door that leads to the patio. I can still feel my wet hair from the beach. I remember that beautiful blue/clear water that I jumped in and swam in with Grayson as his hair flopped down in front of his eyes. Either that or his hair was slicked back. It kept changing every time he came up out of the water.
The way he held me in the water was like he never wanted to let go. He held me gently but tightly almost as if he was afraid that if he let go, I would sink to the bottom and never come back up.
I know and understand now that he is scared. Scared of losing me and I have the same fear of him. He is just more scared. I get it. I want to show him that I will never leave him but that is a hard thing to do when you don't know the future.
I would have never imagined that I would be marrying Grayson right before we both turned 18. (Side note: they are gonna be turning 18 in less than a month and I fucking can't!! I'm so excited and scared and idk why AHHHHH)
I would never have imagined me losing my mom and my brother before I turned 18.
I couldn't imagine that I would be in love with Grayson and never want to leave his side, no matter what. He is my everything, yet I don't rely on him for my emotions. I cannot do that. If I relied on him for happiness, what would happen if we split up?
But the thing is, I don't plan on leaving Grayson anytime soon.
I wait for him to get out of the bathroom. And I wait. And I wait. I wait.
I wait for what seems like 20 minutes, the waiting killing me. I get up off the bed and go to the bathroom, knocking on the door.
"Come in!" Grayson says. I open the door to see Grayson with a towel wrapped around his waist and putting shaving cream on his face.
I stare at him as he stares at me in the mirror.
He laughs at me, "What!? Why are you staring at me like that?"
I take the towel that is covering him and wipe the shaving cream off of his face.
"And what is the reason for this?" he asks.
"I like your stubble. It's sexy. You should keep it," I say to him, leaning in and kissing his lips. His hand slides under my wet hair onto my neck.
He pulls back, but I don't let him get that far. His lips hit mine as he talks, "Only for you. I'm only for you and you are only for me."
"Hasn't it always been like that?" I say.
"I fucking love you," he says.
"God, I want you," I whisper.
"Then jump," he says.
"Buuuuutt," I smile, "I need a shower. Looks like your gonna have to wait." I smile. I fucking love teasing him.
He groans, "This isn't a time for teasing baby girl. You got me wanting you now."
"Well, you and little Grayson are going to have to wait until I clean up," I say.
"Oh, baby. You already know he isn't little," he says looking down at me.
"I don't knooooow," I say in a teasing tone.
"That's it," he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and walk out of the bathroom, me on his shoulder. He hits my ass, causing me to giggle. I stare at his bare ass, wondering how he has a better ass than me.
He starts tickling me saying 'take it back' and 'I'll keep tickling until you take it back'. And I can't stop laughing. I think back to the first time that Grayson had kissed me. It was after he had been tickling me, making me smile harder and laugh harder.
"I take it back!" I yell at him and he stops tickling me. As he gets off of me, I stand up.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"I already told you that I had to get a shower. I wasn't messing around," I say.
I grab my lingerie and wrap it in a towel so he doesn't see me carry it. So he doesn't know. I want to surprise him. I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. I smile and my face gets red. Time to get ready for my husband.
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