The Art of Wasting Time ~ g.d.

13

Violet:

It took no persuading to have Grayson almost completely move into my room. The last week and a half he's been sleeping with me.

We still use the excuse that it's for when I wake up in middle of the night. I don't mind as long as he's here.

"How long are we gonna be there exactly?" I ask referring to the cabin as I fold a shirt to tuck into my suitcase. "A week. We don't have to stay the whole time if you don't want to. We could always come home." He rambles.

"A weeks fine." I smile up at his flustered self as I continue to fold things in my suitcase.

"Let me help you." He mutters as he crouches down to sit next to me and begins to help me stuff things in my bag. I smile at the fact that he's always helping me. I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself but he insist on stepping in.

"Is the cabin out in middle of nowhere?" I ask Breaking the silence. "Kind of. There's a couple of stores about 5 miles away." He shrugs. That's not bad I can handle that.

"What are these?" He grins holding up one of my laced thongs. "Give me that!" I say sternly snatching it from him and quickly shoving it into my bag.

"Sorry. I didn't take you as the thong type." He chuckles with his hands up in surrender. "It definitely looked a lot better when I wasn't pregnant." I laugh trying to brush away the fact that he just saw a pair of my underwear.

"Do you have anymore?" He begins to look around. "I wouldn't have let you help if I knew you were gonna be such a perv." I say pushing him slightly as my cheeks burn.

"I'm only kidding." He chuckles. "You better be Dolan." I laugh along with him.

Soon the laughter stops and the air's filled with silence. It's comfortable as we continue to fold my clothes.

"Have you packed already?" I ask now confused as to why he's helping me when he has himself to worry about. "Not yet. I will later." He shrugs.

"Why don't you go do that now. I'm perfectly capable of doing this myself." I chuckle and push some of my hair behind my ear.

"You come first." He says locking eyes with me. My breath hitches at the direct eye contact and the statement.

I look down at my clothes in order to break the eye contact. It began to be too much for me. I found myself taking in all his features and just wanting to immerse myself in all things Grayson.

"Do you think he'll be there?" I blurt in hopes to change the subject. I don't know why I had to jump to the idea of Ethan showing up to the cabin but I did.

"If he shows up I'll tell him to leave." He reassures me. "I'll make sure he doesn't bother you." He says knowing that I don't want anything to do with him.

"This trip is for us." He smiles. This makes me wonder if he feels the same way I do. That maybe he has these weird feelings he can't control.