"Friends" 2 || G.D. ||

8: Stars

Lynn's P.O.V. 

I look at the lingerie that Ethan gave to me. I don't know whether or not I should wear that one. I don't want Grayson to get upset. I have a different complete set. I could go get that one. But then he might see me. He might notice what I'm doing. Then it won't be a surprise. 

It makes me think. Why did Ethan get me lingerie? It wasn't his place to get it for me. I think back to what he said in the note. 
"I hope it fits and I am pretty sure that you will look gorgeous in it. Grayson is a lucky guy." 

I'm pretty sure that he didn't mean in it like that. He has Monica and he has been with her for the last 3 months. He wouldn't say that in a sexual way. Right?

I push all the thoughts of Ethan and Monica out of my mind as I slip the lingerie over my curvy body. The bra pushing my boobs higher than they have been in a long time, making them look rounded and, well-- almost perfect. The tight, thin, see-through underwear hug my bigger than average hips. 

I look in the body mirror, surprised by my body, thinking of it as beautiful. I can't think of a time that I looked so natural and beautiful at the same time. I'm wearing no makeup and my hair is wet from my shower, not done. My body is smooth from just being shaved. I feel amazing. 

I continue to look at myself, loving the way I look. I sigh and play with my hair. Should I blow dry it? Should I keep it wet? Should I pull it up? I decide to leave my hair down. I don't want to spend any more time looking at myself. I want Grayson to see me. I want him to lightly touch me and tell me I'm beautiful and that he loves me.

I turn around, without another glance and unlock the door. I slowly open the door and peek my head out smiling. I see Grayson laying on top of the covers in his Calvin Klein's reading a book. The cover reads Milk and Honey. Good book. I didn't think he would read a book like that, though. 

Even though I know what he is reading I say, "Whatcha reading?"

He looks up and sees me sticking my head out of the bathroom and smirks at me, "Milk and Honey. Very good so far. Now my turn for a question. What in the hell are you doing?" He laughs his question.

"Nothing....." I say. 

"Mhmm. Looks like you doing nothing. Tell me, baby girl or I might just have to get up." He sets the book down on the stand next to him. 

"You really want to know?" I ask. 

"Yes. I want to know why you are giggling and why you are blushing," he smiles at me. 

"Okay...." I say as I back up and pull the door open, revealing myself to him. 

I look at myself and then I look up directly at Grayson. I see him staring at me and slowly stand up. He doesn't say anything as he continues to stare at me and he makes his way over to were I'm standing. 

I am soon staring into his eyes as he looks down at me and I look up to him. I smile slightly. 

"Hi," I say. 

"Hello," he says back. 

"How's the weather?" I ask nonchalantly. 

"I feel like its a bit hot in here. What about you?" he says. 

"I'd say the same thing," I say. 

There is a silence that I don't want to be filled. I'd much rather he stare at me and I stare at him.

"You look--" he stops and more silence fills the air. 

"I look?" I draw out the question. 

"I don't know! There isn't an accurate word for how you look," he says. He grabs my hand and walks me over to the window, showing the night sky and the dark waters. Both of them continue on until I can't see anymore. Until it disappears in the horizon.