tease | g.d

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" one room please " I said a little too eagerly to the lady behind the desk, who was talking happily on the phone.
She looked over with a disinterested look and sighed, once seeing me and a very frustrated Grayson standing behind me.

" i'll have to call you later, dennis " she says into the phone, hanging up " do you want one bed, or two?" she adds, beginning to type something in the computer.
" one, please " I smiled, Grayson coming up behind me, closer, so close that I felt his breath on my neck.
It sent chills up my spine, my head spinning a little at the feeling.
" oh, looks like just one more one-bed room is available " the receptionist winces.
" okay, we'll take it " I nodded, unaware of why she was so unsure as she looked at the two of us skeptically.
" it's our master suit... its expensive " she adds, as I purse my lips.
" well, how much? " I asked, a little too quickly.
The woman glanced down at me, breathing out a long breath through her nose.
" 1200 per night " she speaks, and I mentally curse. Shit.

" we'll take it " Grayson suddenly said, stepping next to me, and popping his card onto the counter.
" gray, you don- "
" evelyn, I'm paying for this room and taking you upstairs, if it's the death of me " he looks down at me.
For a second I looked into his eyes, that were a darker shade of hazel than they usually were, and forgot to breathe. His jaw was clenched slightly and I gulp before looking at the receptionist again, nodding my head.

Minutes later, the hotel room key is in my increasingly sweaty hands, as I walked next to Grayson to the elevator. It took me a minute to realize this was really happening, and I couldn't be happier it was. It made me blush and bite on my lip, to prevent a goofy grin to erupt on my lips.

We stood in the elevator, the tension between us as clear as day, and the silence overtaking me. I couldn't help but glance at Grayson a couple times while we waited to arrive on the 7th floor.

I bit my lip and looked at him, to see him looking at me too. It was impossible to tear my eyes away from his, and the next thing I know is that Grayson took one big step over to me, pinning me to the elevator wall.

His lips were on top of mine in split seconds, and I hummed onto them, wrapping my arms around his neck.

It still felt new, his lips on mine, but every time they were, it felt like fire and sparks and explosions, it felt incredible. It sent an unexpected rush through my veins, making me feel like a completely new person, but at the same time, I felt like me. I felt like the real me. I was comfortable in my own skin and I loved it. That was because of Grayson, he made me feel that way.

I smiled into the kiss, and tugged on his hair a little, making him groan into my mouth. I kissed him even more passionately, with even more emotions, anything I could give him, he could have. It was exhilarating, he was exhilarating.

He pulled away and looked down at me, his pink lips plump, his chest heaving from the intense kiss.

" you have no idea what you're doing to me, evelyn " he breathed out, and I couldn't help but grin cheekily to myself.
I couldn't believe how much I fucking loved this boy. he was something else.

The elevator finally dinged and we stepped out, rushing to find our room, and finally finding it, at the end of the hallway. I laughed when I handed Grayson the key and his shaky hands fumbled with it, too flustered to manage, as he let out an angry grunt at how long it was taking for him to open the damn door.

I took it from his hand and unlocked the door, opening it widely my first try. I looked around the room and was pretty surprised by how beautiful it was, as it should be for $1200 a night.

Grayson closed the door, while I looked around and dropped my purse onto a chair, disposing of my heels too.

" wow, its really beautiful in here- " I turned to Grayson and he immediately cut me off by grabbing me, lifting me off of the floor.
I giggled and he smiled happily up at me, watching me as if to be studying every facial feature I had, making my cheeks turn pink.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and tilted my head to the side a little, trying to decipher what he was thinking about.