Grayson was coming over today. The last time we talked was at homecoming, and the rest of week was kinda busy, so we didn't have time.
He said he had a surprise for me, which is food I hope.
"Chloe!"
"What?" I yell back at my mom. "Your boyfriend is here!"
"Mom, he isn't my boyfriend," I walk down the stairs. I open the front door and I immediately notice his hair is bleach blonde.
"What did you do?" I stand in the doorframe. "It's apart of the tradition," he shrugs, "you don't like it, do you?"
"No, I love it. You look hot," I smile. "Oh, wow. I'm flattered," he walks in.
"Mom, we'll be in the basement," I call out. "What's with the suitcases?"
"My parents are flying back to Italy. Not all of our stuff has been moved out yet," I explain as we walk downstairs.
"Oh," he says while looking at picture frames on the wall along the staircase.
"What do you wanna watch?" I ask, pulling out a bunch of DVD's.
"Doesn't matter to me," he shrugs and takes a seat on the couch. "Well, do you wanna watch anything?"
"Not really," he chuckles. I put the DVD's back and walk over to the couch. When I sit down, he wraps his left arm around me.
I look at his phone and watch him scroll through his Instagram feed. "My parents will be gone for two weeks," I say, trying to break the silence.
"Oh, really?" He smirks, still looking at his damn phone.
"Yeah," I say softly.
He opens Snapchat and waits for his snaps to load, which were a lot. There were a lot of girls that snapchatted him.
I lay my head on his shoulder, trying to get his attention. Even that doesn't work, though. I grab his phone out of his hands and toss it to the side.
"What was that?"
"You don't need to be on your phone right now, do you?"
He smirks and chuckles. "What's so funny?" I ask. "You're cute," he says, laying his head on top of mine.
I adjust my head, making him lift his off my mine, and I look at him. "What?" He says, looking back at me.
"Nothing," I shrug.
"I wanna tell you something," he says.
Oh shit. "What?"
"I mean, like, it's a confession. I've been wanting to tell you for a while."
"Well, tell me," I say. "I like you."
I burst out laughing and lean my head back. "That's what you wanted to tell me?"
"Yeah," his cheeks turn red and I can tell he's embarrassed. "I like you too."
He looks me in the eyes again, and I get that feeling I did at homecoming. When he was about to kiss me, then I pulled away. But this time, I don't know if I want to pull away.
I wanna kiss him so bad, but I feel like it's too soon for that. He starts leaning forward, towards me, and our foreheads touch.
"I've never had my first kiss," I say. "Hopefully I can make it the best," he responds.
I close my eyes and I feel our lips touch. He brushes his against mine, then it starts.
He pulls away and lays me down on the couch, then climbs on top of me. I startle my legs around him and wrap my arms around his neck.
At this point, we were passionately kissing. I felt something hard, and that's when I knew he had a boner.
He moves his head to my neck and starts planting kisses, then giving me hickeys. "Grayson," I moan and thrust my head back.
He sits up on his knees and pulls his sweatshirt off. This escalated. He grabs my jeans and unbuttons them, impatiently.
He pulls them down, along with my panties. He tosses them to the side, then puts his fingers inside of me gently.
He thrusts then in and out, then curls them, making me whimper. "Fuck," I moan and bite my lip.
I hear a door open, knowing it was my mom coming. "Shit!" I whisper shout, then sit up and vigorously grab a blanket and cover us up.
"What are you guys doing?" I hear my mom, casually, ask. "Just talking," I say.
I track the clothes that were on the ground, and fortunately, they were out of sight.
She enters the laundry room, leaving us alone. "Shit," he laughs.
———
Nothing much happened afterwards, except for kissing a lot. This was a night for the books.
We stood on my porch, standing in the dark, facing each other. "My parents are leaving tomorrow," I say as he plays with my hands.
"Do you think I could come over?"
"You could even spend the night, if you wanted," I say.
"I'm down," he smirks, "I had a good time tonight."
"I did too," I connect my lips to his. Our lips move in sync, then he pulls back.
"I better get home before I get killed," he brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Good idea," I chuckle.
"I'll call you," he says, then pecks my lips one last time before leaving.
———
I waited for him to call, but it was last midnight and he had left an hour ago. Either he fell asleep or something bad happened.
Buzz buzz
I sigh in relief and answer his call.
"Hey," I smile.
"Hey, sorry I'm kinda late. I had to shower."
Oh, kinky.
"That's okay," I say.
"I was thinking about you, though."
"In the shower?"
"No," he laughs, "well, sure, but no. It's just... I love you... a lot."
Well, that was quick.
"I love you too," I blush and burry my face into pillow. My heart was so full.
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