As you walk in to the wedding of one of your childhood friends; Ethan whom you once grown up with, and did mischievous things. As you ponder all the days going over to his house and all the fun memories, you also remember Ethan's brother; Grayson who was undeniably sexy in every possible way, so intimidating and his dominantly looking frame; the broadness of it and his back muscles. There was no denying there was chemistry that once lingered between the two of you in high school.
Now that you where where all grown into mature and high prioritizing adults, you couldn't help but picture what he looked like now, you envisioning him looking better now then ever before. A scruffy face, the messy flop lying over his forehead, and his stout build.
As you make your way through the crowd, you eventually find Ethan and the bride-to-be, congratulating them and more importantly, catching up on the old times you and Ethan used to share. Playing outside, riding bikes as children, driving each other to Taco Bell at late hours of the night. You missed seeing him; He looked amazing and grown into an a handsome and attractive man.
"Care to dance?" Ethan asks, his hand reaching out to you.
You smile, taking his hand and following him to the dance floor. As he puts his hands on your waist and you tangle yours around his neck, you begin to talk and laugh at all the old times and the stupid things you guys all did as children.
You hear someone clear there throat over your right shoulder, being a mans voice more specifically, a very low, husky, and robust toned outlet. "May I cut in?"
"Sure, shes all yours" Ethan says letting go of your waist, making you turn at the not so strange man now standing in front of you.
Grayson.
All the memories and every single detail begins flooding back in your mind.
He looked very luscious and dapper in his tux, being perfectly snug in all the right places. His messy flop placed on his forehead just like back in high school.
"y/n" he looks you up and down, slowly undressing you with his hazel wreaths, a smirk gradually getting larger as he made his was down, just like he did years before. "It's been a long time"
His muscular hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to his body, giving you a chance to feel how much stout and broad his body has gotten since high school and he was proud of it.
You snake your arms around his neck, "yeah, it's been long Grayson. Feels like yesterday we just graduated high school"
He closed his eyes, humming and smiling at the sound of me saying 'high school' as if he'd waited for me to mention it since he arrived here, like he's longed for this.
"High school was pretty wild, wasn't it. More specifically, we where" saying the last part in my ear, making me whimper at how close his lips where to me. I was already fatefully effected by his words and how sneaky he was with everything he did. He gently grabbed my arm, showing his dominance and wanting my full attention. "I miss it y/n. Don't you? Don't you miss our bodies colliding with each other, my lips kissing at every spot on your neck and all your favorite spots, making you senseless of your every surrounding, keeping so many secrets"
"Yes, Grayson, I do. But this isn't the place" you whisper yell, trying not to make a scene of what was going on. I try blending in along with the other dancing couples surrounding us.
