Neurosis || Grayson Dolan - Book Two

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Your POV
Silence around the bedroom made your heart speed up. Only a day after Grayson had got out, and you felt like you had spent all eternity with him. And his mention of spending the future together flooded your mind.

There was no denying that you wanted to marry Grayson, but is right now the time for that? Probably not.

His soft breathing next to you made your heart skip a beat. He looked so peaceful, so lovable. So normal.

From the outside, no one would ever guess that he was in a mental hospital for the past two years. Aside from his criminal record, there was no evidence of such a thing in his past.

He let out a soft groan, squeezing his eyes shut further as the sunlight hit them. "Turn it off" he mumbled. He turned the head the other way, away from you. A giggle escaped your lips, which caused Grayson to become startled.

He pushed himself up off the bed and looked your way, immediately relaxing when he saw it was you. "Fuck, you scared me" he smiles, showing off his pearly white teeth, small dimples in his cheeks as well.

"Well good morning to you too," you laugh. He chuckled a little along with you, crawling to your warm body on the soft bed. His arms engulfed you and his soft lips landed on yours, pressing against them passionately.

Your fingers get tangled in his hair and you tug on the strands, earning a deep growl from him. He detaches his lips from yours and pulls his head back slightly, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. "I could wake up like this every morning for the rest of my life" he admits, kissing your forehead softly.

Before you could say anything, he stood up and headed to the bathroom, the only thing covering him was his boxers. "What do you want for breakfast" you yell and ask him, pulling the fluffy duvet from your body.

"Anything you're making, babe" he shouts back.

Your feet make contact with the floor and you straighten out his t-shirt that hung loosely over you. You grin at his answer and head out of his room, down the hall, and down the stairs.

Ethan was plopped on the couch, a cereal bowl in his hand as he shovels Captain Crunch into his mouth. The tv was playing Keeping Up With The Kardashians, something you wouldn't have guessed he would watch.

"Hey, E?" He looks over at you, his eyes wandering a little over your body. You were only in Gray's t-shirt and underwear, and it was okay until he obviously noticed. "Where's the pancake mix" you ask him, waiting for a reply.

"Uh, i don't know actually. Let me help you" he says, getting off the couch to walk back to the kitchen. The bowl makes a clanging noise as it makes contact with the black marble counter top.

You rest your hip against it, feeling the cold surface through the thin fabric of Grayson's 'Cage the Elephant' t-shirt. You didn't really listen to that band, but the shirt was cute.

Ethan searched the cupboards, creaking sounds erupting from the swinging cabinet doors as he did so. "Ah" he exclaimed, pulling a box from the cupboard above the microwave. "Here we go" he says, handing it to you. "You need a mixing bowl, too" he adds, heading to the cabinet where they keep the baking pans and stuff like that.

He places the clear bowl on the counter and smiles, "there ya go."

You smile back, "measuring cup?"

He puts up his finger, silently telling you to hold on while he retrieves it. He opened a drawer this time, pulling out a few measuring cups all held together on a plastic ring. "Anything else" he asks.

You scrunch your eyebrows, scanning the ingredients on the back of the box, "nope" you say, popping the 'p' sound.

"Alright" he says, gripping his bowl again as he heads back out to the couch.