the rooftop / g.d

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GRAYSON'S POV

I'm her favourite person in the world and she is mine. She was when we talked outside the party we crashed.

When we kissed, every feeling I felt for her amplified. She truly is everything I've ever wanted.

And...I love her.

She was my first New Year's kiss and I can only hope I was her first.

As I stare at her, my throat dries. Time stops when I'm with her. She's perfect and I want her to be mine.

This is crazy, loving someone after three hours but I don't care. I wouldn't change a thing.

The fireworks blare in the sky, the colours lighting up her face so perfectly. She really doesn't know how beautiful she is.

"Happy New Year." I whisper, holding onto the sides of her face.

She giggles, caressing the skin on my cheek softly. "Happy New Year." She says back, pulling me back into another kiss.

I feel it. All over my body. Ren makes me melt.

My hands travel down behind her thighs and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my torso. Before I knew it, we were leaving the rooftop and heading into her apartment.

She closes her door behind us. "Is this crazy?" Ren gasps, her hands cupping my jaw.

"Not at all." I answer.

She guides us into the bedroom as she pushes me against the wall. My arms circle around her waist as I kiss her. I could kiss her forever I think.

Meeting her was fate. No doubt about it. Ren makes me happy, she makes me whole. But I don't want to ruin what we have.

"I don't want to rush into anything." I pull back, resting my forehead on hers.

She takes a deep breathe and I see her chest heave up and down.

"We won't. Can we just..." Her voice trails off.

Ren takes a step back, her hands move off my face as I watch her eyes glass over. My lips part. Is she okay?

"Ren?"

Her eyes shoot up to mine and she lets out a gasp. "Can we hug?" She whimpers.

I want to comfort her. She needs comfort and love. I can give it all to her.

I step forwards, pulling her to my chest. My arms wrap over her shoulders and she squeezes me tight. I rest my chin on top of her head.

I want to tell her I love her but at the same time, commitment scares her. I don't want to do or say anything that'll make her uncomfortable.

She sighs, mumbling something into my hoodie though I can't hear it.

We stand there, hugging for what feels like forever and I love it. Ren pulls back, staring at me with composure.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned.

"Yeah." She answers, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

I kiss her slowly, holding the sides of her face. Her lips move with mine. She takes a step back, falling back on the bed, and I fall on top of her. I stable my weight above her as I kiss her.

She grips the hem of my hoodie, slowly pulling it off. She doesn't want to ... does she? I thought she didn't want to rush anything either? This is a first for the both of us.

Once its off, her hands touch my warm skin and I peer down at her. Her eyes are curious but scared at the same time.

"Ren...we shouldn't-"

"We're not." She shakes her head.

I lean down carefully to kiss her again, her hands rest on my back. My hands slide down to hold her waist, not daring to go lower. Sex isn't on my mind, she's on my mind.

She leans up, breaking the kiss and removing her denim jacket. Ren lies back down and my vision falls to her wrists again. I grab her left hand and press a few kisses along her scarred skin.

After, I stare down at her, unsure of what to do. Ren removes her shirt suddenly, revealing more skin and I duck down to press kisses along her chest.

All I want is to be gentle. I want to show her how much I care about her through my kisses. She deserves that. I want to be that person for her.

When I go to kiss her neck, I spot two large hickies. I wince at the purple colour. He did this to her. And I want to erase that pain.

I lean down, pressing soft kisses on the marked skin and I hold her hands.

"Grayson...can we stop?" She asks quietly and I pull away from her, sitting up.

"Yeah. Are you okay?"

She sniffles, tears streaming down her face. She sits up, bringing her hands to her chest and I see bruises. How did I not notice them before?

Oh god. Tyler violated her. He was rough with her.

"I don't deserve you." She shakes her head and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What?"

"I'm broken." She shrugs.

"And I want to fix you." I breathe out and Ren shakes her head.

"I'm sorry. But I need you to go." She chokes out.

No. She doesn't mean what she's saying. I can tell.

"Ren-"

"Please." She whimpers.

I don't push her any further. I slide my hoodie back on and I stare at her, her shirt now back on.

She sits there, frozen. What happened? She's not telling me something.