7 Minutes in Heaven | Grayson Dolan

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grayson

(sixth minute)

she finally admitted that she felt the same way. she realized that we are indeed not both just in this room together to fuck each other until we both fall over in exasperation.

we have something that connects us, and that something cannot be defined so easily. it would take more than words, it would be far too complex to begin with.

maybe, just maybe, i finally have a reason and will to live on in this world of woe. her. that's all. but she means a lot to me, and to think that i didn't even know her a while back.

"gray.", she whispers and leans her head on my shoulder. her sleeve stays rolled up. i stare at her etched skin. "yes?", i reply after a silent second.

"nothing. i just like you.", she murmurs sleepily. her weight heaves onto me and i stroke her hair softly, massaging her scalp. she sighs and i smile to myself.

i lift her head and lay myself down on the cleaner side of the queen size bed. she puts her head on my chest and wraps her arms around me lazily.

one of her legs squeezes between mine and she hugs me like i'm a teddy bear. i play with her long hair, humming to 'changes' by x that could be heard through the door.

after a while of just lying there, i feel a water drop hit my shirt and sink through the fabric. reese sniffs and i hold my breath. i hear her whimper softly.

"essie, are you crying?", i ask her and she chuckles to herself, her hand leaving my body to wipe her cheeks. "you are!", i exclaim and hold her tighter, her body rolling onto mine.

"essie!", i wail and she giggles. "what?", she drags the a. i laugh at her and look at her face, cleaning the red splotches under her eyes.

"why?", i ask her and she shrugs. i frown at her seriously and she sighs, rolling her eyes in defeat. her face seems to drop as she takes in a deep breath.

"you're too good to me. i've never been so close to anyone in my life. and i've only known you for...", she pauses her sentence and looks at her watch.

"...5 minutes and 37 seconds.", she reads. i feel my face fall at the time. 6 minutes already? holy shit. i couldn't leave essie just yet. i wasn't ready. i just emotionally couldn't.

"i'm not too good for you, you're talking bullshit.", i murmur and she sighs, drawing small patterns onto my abs, tracing them carefully.

"gray, you're a lacrosse all-star, i'm just a little foster kid who hates her life. don't you see that you are up here...", she raises her hand as up high as she could.

"...and i am somewhere more than twice below that?", she finishes her sentence and let's her hand fall onto my chest. i push her body closer to mine.

i think for minute. how could i prove to her that this party was meant for us, but only for us, to meet? i had to prove her otherwise than she thought.

"lacrosse all-star who suffers from severe anxiety, and you, perfect little angel who knows exactly what she wants. that's how i see it here.", i explain to her.

she giggles. i wrap my hands around her. she was shivering slightly and i feel goosebumps on her arms. i sit up straight and take off my shirt, passing it to cold little her.

she stares at the shirt and just blinks twice, making my heart skip a heat for just a split second. she sits up and strips it over her head. she stares at me and i frown.

"what?", i ask her in confusion, taking her small hand into mine, the fake bandage still around her knuckles. she puts her free hand on my chest and i look down.

it wasn't that spectacular. but to her, it seemed like it. i find it a little odd. she just breathes in and out, her soft exhales sounding in my ears. she sighs and pulls her hand away.

i grab it, needing to hold something. she shuts her eyes and i move even closer to her, wrapping my arm around her. she snuggles up into my chest.

"you're too perfect.", she mumbles and i chuckle. "for all i know, you could be an illusion, a hallucination or a lucid dream. maybe this all is a dream.", she continues before i can say anything to her.

"essie, you are not dreaming, hallucinating or whatever.", i promise her and rub her back, running my fingers along her bony spine. she smiles on my skin.

"man, you would be the perfect role of some guy in a teenage high school romance movie.", she whispers and i feel her breath hitch as i put my lips onto her hairline.

her hair smells like a fresh daisy field, reminding me of summer. i kiss her forehead and shake my own head. she giggles as she looks up at me, pecking my lips.

a short circuit flows through me, zapping my body awake. she kissed me, wow. did that really happen? i look down at her angelic little glowing face.

she smiles shyly, and i lean back down to kiss her back. she doesn't hesitate to put her free hand on my cheek, holding me as close as possible to her face.

her lips taste like cherry chapstick, her innocence fading away with every second we kissed longer and longer. she was getting used to this.

we finally pull away and she falls into a fit of giggles, me joining in. we laugh like two little school kids, and it's not even funny. i stare at her and sigh.

"who said i am not?"

☁︎

a/n;
and the tea today is that i finally updated this boring ass book (jk jk omfg)

i have a new gbd book up (stalker | grayson dolan) and this one is over soon such as 'sexting | ethan dolan'

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