rowan | g.d

"Are you a righty or a southpaw"

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[Rowan's POV]

It's been a a few weeks and I'm still Healing from the stab wounds but I'm basically all better. I'm able to move and all and my stitches are all out but I'm just a little sore here and there.

Grayson and I are dating and it's  great, so fucking great. My mom absolutely adores Grayson and my brother and him hang out all the time.

In my opinion I think Carson gets jealous when me and gray spend time together.

Currently I'm in a black sports bra, messy bun and Grayson's black jogger with the waist band rolled up so they don't drag on the floor.

Today is the first day of me teaching gray how to fight. I'm scared non the less, I have to admit it's most likely going to be a sexy site seeing him all sweaty and flustered.

I'm ripped out my thoughts with someone coming up behind me, wrapping there arms around my waist and resting there chin on my shoulder planting a kiss to my jaw.

"Hello beautiful." Grayson mutters kissing my neck. The past weeks Grayson hasn't been sexual with me at all so it's kinda shocking as to him all on me.

"Hey bub." I say turning around to face him, with his hands still on my waist and my hands on his chest he leans in giving me a soft kiss.

"You look adorable baby." His eyes scan I've over attire biting his lip.

I chuckle "thank you." I can feel the apples of my cheeks heat up from his hungry stare. His eyes meet mine before his leans in capturing my lips with his.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." He says pulling away resting his forehead on mine.

"Me either baby, me either." I say softly I pull away making eye contact with him smirking.

"Fuck your making that face, your up to know good." He says suspiciously, I don't respond, just grab his hand dragging him downstairs to the fighting equipment.

"Okay love, I'm going to show you how to box first okay." He nods his head. I go over to the self that holds my boxing gloves and my brothers, his being bright red while mine are matte black.

"Here give me your hand." I motion for his hand. He gives me his right hand first, I lace up the glove to his right hand and repeat the same process on the left hand.

"Are you a righty or southpaw?" I ask turning around to slip on some old sneakers. I glance at Grayson seeing him having a battle in his mind.

I chuckle "love, southpaw means your a left handed boxer no need to get all stress about it." I say slipping on my matte black gloves.

He nods and gulps nervously. "Gray, we don't need to do this if you don't want to." I say softly walking up to him.

"No! No I want to, just going to take some time getting use to it." He quickly rushes out thinking I'll change my mind if he doesn't say it quick enough.

I shake my head and laugh going over to the bag. I look over at Grayson standing there looking lost, my lips lift upwards forming a wide smile to spread across my face. Clearly amused with his actions.