ᴇᴜɴᴏɪᴀ • ᴇ.ᴅ + ɢ.ᴅ

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the next morning:

"go away." i groaned, rolling over in my bed and putting the pillow over my head, which was pounding.

"i brought food, let me in." the voice demanded, banging on my door and not stopping.

i practically growled as i stood up and walked to the door with my eyes half closed. i opened it to reveal grayson, standing there with a bag. i frowned at him.

"good morning to you too, feel like shit?" he laughed, gently holding my shoulders as he moved me to the side so he could come in.

i didn't even have the energy to argue so i just shut the door and went to the couch, pulling a fluffy blanket over myself and closing my eyes once again.

"how did you know where i live, should i be worried?" i asked tiredly as i felt him come sit down beside me.

"well someone had to bring you home last night." i opened one eye and watching him carefully, watching the smug little look he had in his face and the dimple that formed when he smiled widely.

"why are you smiling like that?" the way in which he was doing so made me feel uneasy. what wasn't he telling me?

and then i remembered something.

"no, no, no." i muttered jumping up and walking to the nearest mirror and stopping dead when i saw the bruises on my neck.

i moved my hair so it draped down my right side and looked closer. he'd given me fucking hickeys.

"jesus christ." i groaned, going back into the living room and crossing my arms. i walked over to where grayson was sitting and caused him to look up from his phone, the smile still ever so smug plastered on his annoyingly hot face.

"oh wow." he chuckled. "i got you good, huh?"

"why did you we let that happen?" i spoke my thoughts out loud and sat down again, putting my head in my hands.

"why would we not?" he shrugged. and i laughed.

"neither of us were that drunk at that point. why didn't we stop?"

"we did stop." grayson pointed out.

"yeh no shit dumbass, i meant before you gave me these."
i jabbed a finger towards my neck and rolled my eyes.

"well... did you enjoy it?"

yes.

"or course i did." i said bluntly.

"then what's the problem?" his tone was deep and laced with amusement.

"it just feels so wrong." i shook my head and looked at him, his face twisted into a slight look of confusion and then... realisation? but then swiftly he controlled his expressions and smirked.

"why?"

i shook my head again and shrugged, indicating that i didn't know. "but also, it felt so right. you know?"

"it will figure itself out." he said. "avocado toast?" he held up a bag and smiled, looking proud of himself.

"you can eat mine, i swear if i put any food near my face i'm going to vomit." my face twisted at the smell of food. "can i just sleep?" i yawned, my eyes were trying to close and my limbs were heavy. grayson was slouched back against the couch, his arm resting over the top, i watched him look at me.

"come here." he raised his eyebrows and i rolled my eyes.

"really?"

nevertheless i sat beside him, his arm immediately falling onto my shoulders and pulling me closer. my head fell onto the edge of his chest as my eyes closed shut.