Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"Feel your touch, every finger down my spine.
You, you are my women"
-woman, emmit fenn

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put on repeat]

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With her back hitting Grayson's sight, Rose stood peacefully by the pool. His eyes were lingering on her, scanning her exposed thighs from up to down. A flame light up in his lustful eyes due to the short shorts she was wearing.

Soon enough, his desire-filled gaze hungrily traveled to her chest. It was rather something driving him to insanity more and more—thanks to the see through shirt that displayed her covered breasts perfectly.

It was a matter of persistence and self control that lead him to tear his gaze away, finally shifting to her magnificent features. She looked concentrated, getting lost in her own daze and that was evident from her pouted bottom lip and slightly squinted eyes that focused on the barbecue grill ahead.

Those simple pair of lips were everything he could think of. They were soft and seemingly always full of color and life. Her kisses were different, delicate and full of emotion.

To Grayson, she was easy to read yet still intriguing. He never found himself being drawn to someone that much—he knew her beauty wasn't the cause of it all. It was her mind too.

She was affectionate and soft always. However, she still maintained her firmness and the sassy attitude of hers that was pretty brought out when she desired to.

She was a full woman, mind and heart.

His eyes were glued on her, not seeming to take a break nor get tired of the effortless beauty in front of him—still not taking notice in his burning gaze due to working with Ethan on setting the barbecue.

She bent down picking something that have just fallen down into the floor, giving him a full-on show of her buttocks that slightly dangled out. He exhaled deeply, setting his arms beneath his head as sinful thoughts consumed him.

She was gradually leaving him frustrated with a burning need and longing for her. However, he knew he had to control the flame within him and respect her decision and the fact that she was terrified to sleep with him once again.

He tried focusing on something else, distracting the boner peaking out his shorts. For surely, her smile helped as he found himself admiring it. Her eyes held a glow in them—a spark, her cheeks were curved up making them look pinch worthy.

He smiled unconsciously, founding himself trapped in his old habits. The habit of admiring her far from across every room. 

Her soothing voice floated through his ears as he was reminded of her words last night.

"And when you're around them the butterflies just doesn't seem to die down. Even if they're doing the simplest of things, you can't help but feel them erupting inside of you—dozens of them."

She's been looking genuinely happy recently. His only granted wish was to be the cause of that smile of hers.

He never wanted to endure her pain, but something imprisoned deep down in his gut, knows that maybe at some point he will. Maybe, he will be aware of it, maybe he won't.