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You and Ethan had been fighting a lot lately. Bad enough that you were currently staying with James until you were comfortable going back to the house. James thankfully didn't mind and told you he liked having someone else around so he wasn't alone. The last fight you had was a nasty one and things were said that shouldn't have been. It had been two days since the fight and you hadn't heard from him. He was the type who needed space to calm down.
On the second day, you were in the apartment by yourself while James was at a shoot when someone rang the doorbell. You were scared, but also curious so you answered it. There before you was the most attractive man you'd ever met, Ethan. And in his hands was an assortment of fall colored flowers. He held them out for you to take, which surprised you since he'd never gave you flowers before. "I know I say that flowers are cheesy, but in this case, I think they're necessary. I said a lot of shit to you that wasn't true and I hate myself for it. So this is me, begging you to come back. I can't sleep at night without you beside me, and the days drag by without hearing you laugh and I don't have someone to talk to besides Grayson. These past two days have been hell. I love you so much. Please come home with me." He begs, his whiskey-colored eyes pleading for a yes.
You lifted the flowers to your nose and inhaled the sweet scent. He was killing you with those eyes and his pouty lip. "I miss you too. Just let me grab my stuff and leave James a note." You say, a smile breaking out like acne onto his face. You had the best boyfriend in the world and to imagine your life without him was heartbreaking.
GRAYSON:
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Work had certainly taken a toll on you. Your fingers ached from typing all day, your coworkers were hell, and your boss was the Devil. Grayson tried to convince you to quit, but you were stubborn and didn't want him to have to support you. He liked that about you. No, he loved it!
On your lunch break, you texted Grayson to see if he wanted to meet up. He texted back a while later saying that he was about to be in a meeting and couldn't make it. You sighed at your desk and decided you'd just get something from the vending machine in the break room. You pressed in B5 for a bag of potato chips, only to have them get stuck. You shook the machine aggressively, only to get disapproving looks from other people in your office. You gave up and decided to wait until after work to eat.
A short time went by when someone came into the room. It was Grayson, and in his hands was a bag of chipotle and a small bouquet of white roses. "I thought you had a meeting." You say, walking over to him. He put the roses in the empty vase on your desk and turned back towards you, pressing a sweet hello kiss to your forehead.
"Ethan told them I wasn't feeling well so they rescheduled for next week." He explains, pulling my food out of the bag. "Grayson, how are you going to squeeze a meeting into your schedule next week?" You ask, knowing he was beyond busy since you helped him fill in his calendar for the month just last night. "I canceled my appointment with Romeo." He says, popping a chip into his mouth. "No! You've been wanting that tattoo so bad. Why would you do that?" You ask, stunned since he had finally picked a day to have it done and he'd been looking forward to it for weeks. "The way I see it is I'd rather spend thirty minutes eating lunch with the girl I love since I'm fully aware you've been stressed out rather than sit in a chair for an hour getting a tattoo I could get any other time. The moments I spend with you are much more special to me than ink on my body." He says casually as if he didn't have your heart thumping out of your chest. This boy was beyond a perfect and he was all yours.
