(grayson).
one damaged student,
one caring teacher.
so many rules, laws, morals
stand between them.
will it all vanish in the
face of pure unchaste lust?
♡very mature content.
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NUZZLING HER TIRED LITTLE HEAD further into his bare tanned chest, dove sighs equivocally.
she liked moments like this. the silence made her feel at peace with everything, and having the most handsome guy with her felt even better. his bulked arm around her waist made her feel somewhat guarded and worldly. even though she couldn't read his mind, she could just tell he was relished this as much as she did, or maybe even more. a baby pink loungewear outfit adorned her skin, which was a little early christmas present from grayson which he knew she desired for since she yammered on about it every so often.
"you never told me why you changed your hair?" he pipes up, eyes still trained onto the bumpy ceiling.
"to blonde or to black again?"
"both."
knowing the answer to both, she was unsure on whether to tell him or not. her hair was like a discrete portal to her choices and moods. something she held dear to her ever since she was a little infant. she remembers her mother always combing through the curly locks that resembled her dads hair, and repeating to never ever damage the luscious tresses. well that's thrown out the window since she's now dyed her hair twice.
"ever since i thought i got away from my step father, i just felt like commemorating the occasion. so i dyed it blonde. then after a while, i sorta realised i did it more to impress people and feel pretty so i changed it to black again. i don't need to hide behind coloured contacts or blonde hair to be pretty. and i should've known that a long time ago."
he goes sequestered after that, not knowing what to say. he agreed thoroughly, he preferred her as she was naturally conceived; raven hair and ebony eyes.
dove then, leans up, propping her chin onto his shoulder and glancing at him. so reserved, with his pursued lips and slow breathing.
"tell me something about you."
a warm smile tampers with his mouth, "like what?"
"anything." she pauses, laughing when he's still quiet, "c'mon gray. you practically know everything about my family, so you can tell me anything."
after some tinkering in his brain, he finally murmurs something, "i have a sister and a twin brother."
"what's their names?"
"ethan and cameron."
as soon as he utters their name, it's noticed that some teeth begin peaking through his pink stained lips. "cameron always seemed to feel like a second mom, 'cause she was the oldest. she would've been twenty — six right now."
