Again | g.d

Part Eleven

This GIF of Grayson is doing something to me holy shit
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I've been gone for a while so I wanted to make it super long and juice for you guys!!

As I swing open the door, I'm hit with a rush of cold air and taken back by how good Grayson looks with a bed head drenched in rain.

"Are you crazy?" I yelled at him. "Why would you even think to come here, Grayson?"

"I know I shouldn't have -" He begins, but I cut him off.

"Something could've happened to you driving in this." I say a bit quieter.

He looks up slowly, becoming speechless when we lock eyes.

I hate that the first thing I let come out of my mouth is how scared the thought of him driving in the middle of this storm makes me.

"Sorry."

I sighed, stepping to the side, and opening the door more. "Just come in."

Grayson hesitates, but after a moment he steps inside, brushing past me.

I close the door softly behind him, taking a deep breath as I turn to face him.

As my front door clicks shut, the reality of this situation sinks in.

Immediately I notice the worried expression he's trying to hide, but the way he keeps running his fingers through his hair. "Do you want me to leave?"

I ignored his question, staying pressed up against the door. "Where is Avery, Grayson?"

He shook his head numbly. "She was asleep when I left."

I stayed quiet, racking my brain for what to say next when I saw Grayson shiver.

"What?" Grayson asked me quietly, noticing how I glanced him over.

I pushed off of the door. "I have something you can put on."

"I'm okay," He said quickly.

I rolled my eyes. "You're soaking wet, and probably freezing. I'm gonna go grab you a change of clothes, okay?"

"Yeah, alright," he finally agreed, looking away from me.

I nodded, before rushing off to my room. I eagerly rummaged through the back of my closet, pulling out a red sweatshirt and black sweatpants.

Everything in me was screaming at how wrong this was. Grayson shouldn't have come here and I shouldn't have let him come in. But something in me wanted him to stay - almost as badly as I did four years ago.

I walked back towards the living room. "Okay, so-."

I stopped in my tracks to see Grayson in the middle of taking his shirt off. I watched the way his muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes traveled to his torso, staring at his golden six pack and defined v-line that disappeared into the hem of his shorts.

When I tore my eyes off of his body, I looked up to see he was watching me.

I filled with embarrassment knowing I had been caught admiring him, and filled with jealously as the thought that Avery could see him, like this, whenever she wanted.

I shuffled over to him, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "These are Ethan's so, um, they should... they should fit... you." I mumbled, unable to look him in the eyes, yet finding my gaze on his stomach again as I look down.

His body is nothing I haven't seen before. But it's been so long, and somehow he's managed to become more muscular and more tan - and I hate the way it turns me on.