7 Minutes in Heaven | Grayson Dolan

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grayson

(fourth minute)

she takes my hand shyly and i tug her up onto her two presumably size 3.5 feet. she was tiny, around 5'03", making me seem like a giant next to her.

we skim over to the wider area of the room, which was by the bed end, and i shove a couple of things away with my foot. a used condom, a collection of wine bottles.

then i turn back to reese. she was beautiful and i really liked looking at beautiful people.

it was difficult to get my eyes off of them. a lot of people used to think that i was a fuckboy, but i just couldn't help but look at a lot of pretty girls in my school.

but reese has seemed to top them all, and she wasn't even that spectacular. she had no makeup on, showing her natural self, and her clothes consisted of the pair of jeans and a shirt with a picture of a pineapple on her shirt pocket.

she was plain, nude in a way. she wasn't hiding her true self from me, which i found very attractive. i think that i have just discovered a new form of beauty that just cannot be described.

she sways her hips slowly, not exactly knowing what else to do as i had just been standing there like a slab of stone. my blood boils at my own stupidity.

i take her hands in mine, for what feels like the millionth time in these last minutes, and  guide her with my steps. she looks down at my feet, copying what i do.

i hold my hand up in an arch and watch her twirl awkwardly, making me chuckle and just want to pull her closer to my body. i just wanted to hold her.

somehow, the same thought must've landed in her brain and we both inched closer to each other.

she blushes, something that i could consider cuter than pictures of baby bunnies that i'll never be able to touch like i can touch her.

i'm entranced by her. we sway together slowly to the last few beats of the song. faster, swifter, she seems to have found her rhythm and i let her go, letting her dance a little finale as i sit down.

she moves to one side and spins around slowly, posing for the finish. i clap like a madman and she bursts into a fit of giggles.

the music goes back to the disco kind of beat with too much bass and reese walks to the chair i'm sitting in. i pat my hand on my lap.

she blinks insecurely, but i try to reassure her with a small smile that i didn't mean it any other way than for her to sit. she smiles and puts her small body on mine.

"that was amazing, reese.", i tell her, holding her hand. she smirks and flips her hair over her shoulder. "i know.", she jokes sarcastically.

i chuckle and feel myself leaning towards her with my face. "do you have a nickname, reese?", i ask her. she shakes her head.

she pinches my nose and i laugh at her little heartwarming gesture. "you can make one up for me, gray.", she replies, emphasizing my name.

i nod and think about it. it's funny how i just met her four minutes ago and how we just instantly connected. i don't think it was because she was a girl, either.

four minutes ago, we were just two strangers being locked in a room for seven minutes. they probably presumed we were going to fuck and just go after that like it was no big deal.

it is a big deal. i am a virgin, i didn't want to have sex with the first slut i see just to lose that. i wanted it to be the right person, and something was telling me that reese was that person.

but i couldn't persuade her to do it now. that would make the assumptions of my peers reality and i wouldn't be able to prove them wrong.

"essie.", i whisper and reese flicks her head in my direction immediately, our noses almost touching. i feel my lips throb as i stare into her innocent eyes.

she smiles. "two brand names for my name, that's sick.", she says smiling and wraps her arms around my neck, putting her petit head on my shoulder and hugging me.

i am surprised. but i eventually hold her with my arms, my fingertips tracing her spine. my lips brush across her earlobe and i can smell her hair, which had an indescribable scent.

she pulls away and plays with my hair like a little child, staring at in awe. "what's your favorite color?", she asks me. i shrug. "green and purple.", i say.

"i like red. it's the color of blood and the heart and entirely almost everything inside of one's body. it's weird, no?", she stammers. i nod at take in a breath.

i hold her face in my hands and try to make her realize that i really wanted to kiss her. i kept leaning in, but my signs were ignored by her. or she was innocent.

"when is your birthday, gray?", she asks me and i bite down on my lip as hers move. "sixteenth december.", i tell her. "mine is on the sixth of september.", she answers my not yet asked question.

i think about that for a second before it hits me. "tomorrow is your birthday?", i gasp and she nods. i frown and look at the opposite standing wall. it was clean and white, like her pure soul.

"i'll be 18 and getting the fuck out of here.", she sighs and i hold her fingers in my hand. "where will you go, essie?", i ask her but my reply is a shrug.

"far away from here.", she simply says and i hold her hand tighter. "you cannot leave me.", i beg her and she gives me a very weak smile. her fingers are icy in my palm as i loosen my grip.

"then come with me, gray."

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jesus, this book is my all time best, no doubt. not even 'sexting' was this original and good and had a plot like this:))

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