Dangerous [A BAD BOY ROMANCE]

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-teagan pov-

At some point, Gray and I fell back asleep. Or at least that's what I gather as my eyes flutter open and are met by a blinding light slipping through the cream-colored curtains in Gray's living room. Once we'd finally untangled from each other in the hallway we'd settled for watching a movie on Gray's huge, extremely comfortable, couch, and I think we were halfway through some action movie when I'd finally fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.

Gray is no longer cuddled under the plush blanket we had been sharing last night, and I have no idea where he is. The clock on the wall reads 8:30 am, which means I've been asleep for just about 2 hours, not including whatever sleep I got earlier in the night. 

I stand up slowly from the couch, my back cracking as I do. Somehow I don't feel like complete shit at the moment, despite the events of last night and the lack of sleep I've gotten. I'm still shocked and upset at everything, as most people would be, but I try to keep my mind off of it by taking in my surroundings. Gray's living room, and his whole house, is stunning. It almost looks like something straight out of a home magazine, with vaulted ceilings and white and grey details everywhere. The white light coming through the blinds only adds to it's beauty, making everything in the home look bright and beautiful. 

My feet pad along the hardwood floors as I make my way toward the curtains. I pull them back a bit to look out at the scenery at the back side of the house. There's a patio, pool, and sitting area, along with what seems to be a large garden and backyard situated next to it. I take a deep breath in, a mixture fresh air from the open windows and Grays scent still on my sweatshirt filling my lungs, and I feel at peace. At this time of morning, this house feels more like home than anywhere I've lived in a long time.

I decide after a moment to try and figure out where Gray has gone, but the size of the house is not beneficial to my efforts. I tiptoe about many hallways, trying to maintain the peaceful quiet of the house, and after about 10 minutes I'm able to locate the entrance to Gray's room, the only room I'm somewhat familiar with. When I walk in Gray is standing in his closet with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp, and there's still a couple of water droplets sticking to his cheeks and bare chest. I try my hardest not to let my jaw drop when I get a full view of his abs and back muscles. I know I've seen them before, but there's something about the casual scene of him in his own room that is so damn attractive.

When he hears the door close behind me he looks up from the clothes he's sorting through and looks at me.

"Hey," He smiles softly. "When did you get up?"

"Just a second ago." I take a couple of timid steps toward him, still not sure where we stand after last night. 

"Oh. Well sorry for ditching you, my hair was really sticky and I didn't want to wake you up just so I could go shower." It's at this moment that I realize I'm still covered in flour. I cover my face with my hands.

"Shit. How bad is my hair right now?"

"Oh, it's the best." He smirks playfully. I am in desperate need of a shower and some clothes that don't belong to someone over six feet tall. I feel like this sweatshirt is literally swallowing me whole, but for some reason I never want to take it off.

"Um, do you think you could give me a ride home? I should probably clean up." Gray walks out of his closet and throws some clothes, presumably to change into, onto his bed.

"I could." he pokes. "But where's the fun in that?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"What're you proposing Mr. Williams?" I joke back at him.

"What I'm proposing is that you shower here, steal some clothes from my sister's closet, and we make the most of today." I nod my head, liking the idea of spending the whole day with the boy standing in front of me.

"Okay then." I shrug. "Mind directing me to your sisters room then?" 

"Down the stairs. Take a right. Third door on the left."

"Cool." I turn away from Gray but stop in my tracks and flip around when he says.

"And Teagan?"

"Yes Gray?"

"Wear something cute." And with that I find my way to Gray's sister's bedroom.

I have no idea who this girl is, or why I didn't even think about the fact that she could have been in this room when I walked in. Lucky for me, she's not, and I don't have to handle the awkward encounter of walking into a stranger's room unnannounced. I find the bathroom first, cranking the water up as hot as it will go, and strip out of Gray's way too large clothing. The mirror above the sink provides me with a good look of myself. My hair looks like a tornado with splotches of white covering select areas of it, my eyes have makeup all over them, and when I look down I can still see bruises littering my stomach. I can't bear to look at them, or my appearance, any longer, so I step into the shower and let it wash away the night. 

When I get out I look somewhat back to normal, my hair is wavy instead of tangled and my face is clean, although unfortunately the water failed to wash away the dark purple reminders of Luca on my stomach. 

I wrap a towel around my body and my hair and then find an extra toothbrush and use it to brush away what I'm sure is a hideous morning breath, and then use a hairdryer to dry my hair into it's natural beachy waves. Although I would love to apply some concealer, it doesn't feel right to steal a random persons makeup so instead I just use some face lotion and leave my face bare before heading to the closet. To say this mysterious sister's clothing collection is huge would be an understatement. This girl definetey takes the gold medal for most pairs of jeans ever, and I thought that I was a big shopper. After looking for a bit I decide on a light denim skirt and black sweater, and then throw a rose pink hairscarf loosely around my head just to tame my hair a bit more. The outfit is cute, but not too out of my comfort zone, and after another look in the mirror I'm satisfied. 

Gray's in the kitchen on his phone when I walk up.

"Took you long enough." He teases me, although I know he's joking. This is the playful side of Gray that I miss. He's wearing just a simple pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and blue demin jacket, and effortlessly looks extremly hot. His shoulders fill out the jacket well, and I can see the outline of his abs through the shirt. Not to mention the way his dark hair is flopping all over the place gorgeously. Grayson Williams is so attractive it makes me want to slap him. "Are you ready?" he smirks when I don't respond. He knows I'm checking him out.

"Y-Yeah." I blush and look down at my hands, tearing my eyes away from him.

"Mmkay lets go." 

We get into Gray's car and pull out of the driveway quickly.

"So where are we going?" I question him as he takes a right onto another street.

"Do you trust me?" I look over at him to find him looking at me with a smile, and I know that I do, almost more than anyone.

"Yes."

"Then you'll have to wait and see. First, we're getting coffee though." At the mention of caffeine my mouth almost starts salivating, and we soon pull up to a small coffee shop. Gray opens the door for me as we walk in, and then directs me to go get a table while he orders for us. I choose a small white table by the windows that has a nice little plant in the middle. Gray returns shortly with two coffees. We both start to sip on them.

"Gray?" I start.

"What's up?" He looks away from the coffee inbetween his hands.

"About last night..."

"Teagan," he cuts me off before I can continue. "Let's not talk about it okay? I get it, well not completely, but if that's what you want I understand. But you said we have today, so let's just have today, and then we can just try and forget about it. I just want to savor right now with you though? Can we do that?" My heart drops a bit at his sad tone, but also at the words 'forget about it'. My heart and my head are pulling me in different directions. I know that I like Gray, at least I can admit that to myself, but there's always a small part of me in the back of my mind that tells me getting to close to him is only setting myself up for heartbreak. The same kind of heartbreak I felt when my Dad became the person he is today. I don't want to pull Gray into the rollercoaster ride that is my emotions, but I do want to spend time with him today, and so I say...

"Okay."