Coach Krzyzewski's Granddaughter

9| Time Will Tell

   Grayson crawls through my window, which is too small for his tall and big body. He finally fits through then stands up. I go on my tippy toes and plant a kiss on his lips. Yes, him and I are dating.

   Around mid-summer, he asked me to be his girlfriend. We decided to keep it secret so my mom nor dad could find out. Only Hanna and the team knows, even grandpa is in on the secret too. He said as long as Grayson is good to me, he's okay with us dating.

   Every night, he sneaks into my room for one hour. For us to talk, and mostly kiss. His lips are so sweet and soft, I could kiss them all day. Unfortunately, I can not.

We sit on the foot of my bed, our fingers intertwined. I talk about my theater major, finally being able to call myself a student officially three weeks ago. He talks about basketball, his first sophomore game being on Friday, October 30th. It's only October 1st, but the first practice is on October 3rd.

We stay silent for a few minutes, but not an awkward silence. I stare into his dreamy blue eyes, while he stares into my green ones, both of us smiling. He places his right hand on my cheek and strokes his thumb against it, causing my smile to grow.

   Grayson softly yet passionately kisses me, and I quickly kiss back. He runs his large hand through my hair as the other one is still placed on my cheek. My hands rest on his big shoulders.

   After a few seconds, he pulls away and kisses the bridge of my nose. "You're so beautiful, Syl."

   Damn, how could I live without this boy. I smile at him.

   "Damn, Sylvia, how could I live without you?"

   I gasp, "You read my mind!! Dude, we are a literal power couple!"

   "No, you whispered it."

   "Ohhhh. Dang it." I pout.

Gray chuckles and whispers naughty things in my ears.

Like how he heard someone robbed a bank.

I know the naughty all of you were thinking of....

He checks his watch and sighs. "I gotta go. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."

I nod and he kisses my forehead. I crawl under the covers of my bed as he climbs out of the window. I hear the leaves crunch under his feet as he walks over to a few blocks down where his car is parked.

The slam of the front door downstairs announces my parents return. I quickly stand from my bed, close the window, and walk downstairs.

"Hello parents."

"Are you almost done with packing to move into Hanna's new apartment?" My mother asks.

"Yes ma'am."

"She paid for it herself. I wish you could be responsible like her."

"I already had an interview at Nosh. They said they'll give me the news by next week."

"I don't want you to be a waitress."

"Well, it's that or no job until after I graduate."

"You're so stubborn, Sylvia."

"Mhm. I already cooked dinner for the boys."

"Cooked?" My father asks, a smile on his face.

"Ordered pizza. There's two slices left in the fridge."

"I am not having microwaved pizza." My mom whines.

"More for dad then. Night guys."

"Wait a second, we are all having dinner together. You'll be moving out tomorrow, so this is our last dinner together for awhile." Mom grabs stuff from the fridge and starts preparing bowls of salad.