i clutched my stomach in pain, curling up in a ball. "holy shit." i groaned.
grayson walked in and i saw all the colour fade from his face as he saw me and the state i was in.
"oh my god, are you okay? what's wrong? are you hurt?" he mothered me, checking for bleeding.
"grayson." i smacked him away, rolling my eyes. "no, im not okay. does it look like i'm fucking okay?" i scolded, avoiding eye contact.
"what's happening?" he sat beside me.
"god, grayson!" i screamed.
he shot up from his seat, fiddling with his hands.
"don't just fucking stand there! get me a hot water bottle or something!" i shot him a dirty look.
"yes, yes. of course." he muttered, speeding away.
in less than a minute, i heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. my mouth practically watered at the sight of the hot water bottle.
i yanked it from his hold and set it down on my stomach, pulling my hood up over my head. "do you want anything to eat?" he whispered.
"yes, please." tears threatened to escape.
what the hell? i never got this moody.
"i'm sorry." he sat down beside me, holding my hand.
"grayson, just get me food. i'll be fine."
"are you sure?" he asks, looking me in the eye.
and then, it hit me all over again. how pretty he was. his sharp jaw, his strong body, his dominant side, but he was still sweet.
i nodded, smiling softly. "i'll be fine, g. go."
he nodded, reciting my order quietly as he barreled down the stairs.
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after what felt like a year, he finally returned, holding a bag of chick-fil-a and ice cream in the other one. grayson was pretty much shaking as he approached our bedroom at a quick pace.
he set it down on the nightstand, and left.
oh how i love him. he knows how much i hate being around people on the first three days of my period.
i'm gonna marry him.
i talked more about the period instead of grayson bUt that's fine
