Angel's pov
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I woke up in Grayson's arms, shirt and braless. I looked at Grayson as he was sleeping, he looked so peaceful. His soft, faint snores escaping his slightly parted lips.
"I think I'm start to fall in love with you too." I whispered softly. I know that he's asleep for sure, so I know he didn't hear that. But I heard him last night.
He probably thought I'd fallen asleep much sooner than I actually did. Because truth is, when he said what he said, it kept me up all night. I didn't plan on saying anything to him about it, I just wanted to let time do it's thing. I also want him to feel comfortable with me to be able to say it.
Grayson's grip tightened around my almost bare body. His head moved to the crook of my neck, and I felt his lips pepper kisses around it. I smiled at the feeling, laughing softly as he acts so cute and intimate in the morning.
"Good morning," I spoke softly to him. I ran my hand through his hair, and down the back of his neck. He smiled into my neck, pulling away from it. He looked at me, smiling again.
"Good morning, beautiful." He leaned in to kiss me. I smiled and kissed back. He pulled away and allowed his body to relax next to mine, "how'd you sleep?" He looked over at me from the side now.
"Amazing. I love sleeping naked." I laughed softly and looked at him. He smirked and nodded.
"Maybe you should more often," he chuckled, "with me, of course."
"Maybe I will." I laughed and sat up. I covered my body with the throw blanket I believe he covered me with last night. He watched as I looked around his room, still gaining enough consciousness to be able to stand up and find my clothes without falling.
"You have a hickey on your neck." He sat up, pushing my hair out of the way. His finger ran over what I'm guessing is the hickey. I looked back at him and smiled. He has the ability to make me so soft.
"You have one too." I laughed and titled his head up. I examined my work, which made both of us laugh.
"How do we get rid of them?" He asks, allowing my hair to fall back over my neck.
"I'm not going to cover mine. But I can help you with yours." I said, getting off his bed. He chuckled and laid back down, "I guess I won't fix mine either."
"Grayson, I love your voice. It makes me so happy to hear it." I looked over my shoulder as I grabbed my bra off the floor. I let the blanket fall to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear as I adjusted my bra around my body.
"Your body- it's so beautiful." Grayson spoke softly as he looked at me from his bed. I felt my face get hot, I'm not used to hearing those things.
"Thank you." I laughed softly as I looked around for my dress.
"Wear my hoodie and some sweats. That'll be more comfortable than your dress." He got off his bed, making his way to his closest. He pulled out a black hoodie handing it to me. He walked over to his dresser, opening the middle, right drawer and pulled out a pair of grey sweat shorts.
"Thank you." I smiled as I slipped the hoodie on over my bra, and the shorts on over my underwear.
"I like you in my clothes." He laughed and grabbed another hoodie from his closet. I watched him pull it over his bare chest, he looked at me with a smile, "breakfast?"
"Uh, yeah, duh. I'm starving."
Grayson's pov
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After I dropped Angel off at her house, I went back to mine. Ethan was bugging me the whole time while we were at breakfast with texts about last night. He wasn't home, he stayed at Jason's so we had time alone.
I pulled into the driveway and locked my car, checking my phone while I walked towards the front door. Ethan opened the front door as I went to turn the nob. I looked at him confused at why he did that.
"How was last night?" He pulled me inside and took my phone from my hand.
"Hey! I need my phone." I snatched it back.
"You just talked! Did you start talking last night?!" He yelled, excitedly.
"I've been able to talk for a week. I wanted to show Angel last night. I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I apologized firstly, knowing he could be hurt at the fact I didn't tell him the day it happened.
"I had a feeling you were talking. I just knew you weren't getting all dressed up for dinner and to come back and fuck. How was losing your virginity?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh- uh. It was great." I lied. He nodded, and smirked.
"Welcome to the club, brother. Now, keep Angel around. Was she any good?" He asked, sitting on the couch.
"Uh, yeah. She was. Very- um, wet. And tight. Yeah.. she was tight." I tried to think of things I've heard guys say in porn. Because Ethan wouldn't know what happened last night. He wouldn't know I had a break down in front of Angel about sex. Only she and I know, and thats how I want to keep it.
"Nice! You used a condom right?" He asked, I nodded.
"Of course." I chuckled and leaned back into the couch. Hopefully Ethan doesn't go out and run his mouth about the lie I just told him.
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Very short, and simple. But i'm back with updating
