snowed in | grayson dolan

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grayson's pov

staring at her, she was-

correction, is so pretty. and kind too. i with other girls were like that, and not bitchy and confuse people about their feelings. they tell people one thing, and mean the other, but with jordyn, it's different.

and i like different.

"hey, so i never asked you" she trails off.

"what?"

"what's your favourite colour?" she says, eyes bright.

"blue" i say, with a chuckle. "what about you, you never answered my question"

"my favourite colour is probably silver or red" she replies, grinning at me.

jordyn's pov

"are you a virgin?" he says, out of nowhere.

"excuse me?" i say, almost choking on air.

"are, you, a, virgin?" he asks, as if he has to break it down.

"um, yeah" i say, quietly, hoping he didn't hear me. "next question"

"nah, i don't wanna know anything else" he shrugs, and shuffles closer to me. "can i put my arm around you?"

"sure, you don't have to ask" i smile, and he smirks.

"i know, but i wanted to" he replies, and yawns. causing me to yawn.

"hey, you tired? we go to the gym and grab a couple of yoga mats to sleep on" he suggests.

"sure" i say, and he helps me up.

it was a comfortable silence on the way to the gym, because we were too tired to talk about anything. he helped me put mats on a pile, and together we made do, and slept.