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Lilly

I’ve been avoiding him.

Every time I saw him my heart would race, my thoughts would scatter, and I’d fee l this overwhelming urge to be with him constantly—to the point I had visions of gluing myself to him, and even sewing our skins together so he’d never leave.

I sound fucking crazy when I put it like that.

But I was down bad. Like real fucking bad. The kind of bad where every glance and every touch sent my mind spiraling. And the only way I could tame my heart was by creating distance between us.

It was the only logical way to keep myself from falling in love with him.

But it failed because the minute I sent the texting cancelling on him, I regretted it.

I wanted nothing more than to see him. To touch him. To kiss him. The thought of his smile, his touch, the way he made everything better…it was all I could think about.

And then he came over, clearly concerned about me , thinking I was on my period or something—bringing me tampons, pads, and even several bags of popcorn.

My heart melted against my chest because nobody has ever been so thoughtful like that before.

How was he so fucking perfect?

Greyson suddenly jumps off the bed, and extends his hand toward me, urging me to take it.

Tilting my head, I look at him confused. “W-what are you doing?”

“Dance with me.” His fingers wiggle in front of my eyes.

“Dance with you?” I question, furrowing my brows.

“Have you ever slow danced?”

The answer is simple, no. I’m a huge romantic, and slow dancing to me is one of the most magical things you could experience as a person. It’s silly, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. But whenever I asked my ex to dance with me, he would scoff in my face and tell me slow dancing was pathetic.

I think he’s pathetic.

Shaking my head, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and meekly whisper. “No.”

“Now’s the time to learn,” grinning, he leans forward and clasps his hand in mine, pulling me off the bed too. “Come on, Lil-Bug…live with me, baby. Right here, right now. You and me. Let’s live, together .”

Feeling my cheeks heat as he pulls me flush against his chest, my hand rests on his shoulder as he circles his arm around my waist. The song “I wanna be yours” by the Arctic Monkeys plays softly through my speakers, and we begin swaying to the rhythm.

I take a deep breath in. A lump forms in my throat, and the emotions threaten to break the surface.

This is everything I dreamt of but never thought I’d experience. And once again, I’m experiencing something new with Greyson—something I’d always wanted to do. And he wasn’t judging me, belittling me, or even making snarky comments…he was encouraging me.

Something Kyle never did.

Laying my head on his shoulder, I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. And once the song reached its chorus, I closed my eyes, letting myself be swept away for a moment.

It’s like I’d personally written the lyrics.

The chorus, speaking about secrets being held…I was guilty of that because the secret I held closest was my ever-growing feelings toward Greyson.

It was like trying to contain a storm within me, the intensity of my emotions threatening to spill at any moment. The more I tried to hide it, the more obvious I felt it became. And I feared that one day he would see right through me, that he’d realize I’d blurred the lines between “fake” and “reality” and then what?

Would we end this arrangement between us?

The thought of losing him was unbearable, but I couldn’t stop the feelings I felt toward him. I couldn’t turn off the growing affection that threatened to overwhelm me. I’d tried, and I’d failed.

Suddenly Greyson spins me out, making me giggle. Looking at him with a smile on my face, laughter escape his throat, and my smile widens.

Fuck, I love his laugh.

He twirls me away before pulling me back to his chest, and a huge smile bre aks out on his face, making his eyes light up. And that’s when I realize I’m fucked. Real fucked. Because in this moment I don’t care if my heart gets broken twice in one year. Greyson could break my heart, and I’d thank him for it.

I’d never felt so safe in one’s arms before. And for the first time in forever, I felt genuinely fucking happy. And it was all because of him.

I peer up at him to see him already looking down at me, and then like a dam had broken, I grip the nape of his neck, pulling his head down toward me and connect our lips in a desperate kiss.

The kiss was everything I needed—fierce, passionate, and filled with a raw need that made me feel weak at the knees. I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I poured all my pent-up emotions into the kiss.

Greyson’s hands roamed my back, pulling me even closer, as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of me either. Our tongues swirled around one another, each one fighting for control. I didn’t care who took control, all I wanted was his lips still on mine.

So much for putting distance between us, that flew out of the window the second he stepped into my room. It was a stupid thing for my mind to suggest anyway.

I groan into his mouth when his hand crawls down my back and grips my ass, jolting me toward him more.

“Jump.” He commands, breaking the kiss.

I don’t think twice before I do as he says, jumping into his arms, I wrap my legs around his waist and snake my arms around his shoulders. His hands grip around my thighs, holding me up as he leans down and connects our lips once again.

Whe n I’d mentioned before about how kissing Greyson was one of my favorite things to do, I lied. It is my favorite thing to do.

Every time I kiss him it’s like I’m experiencing kissing for the first time again. There’s a rush of excitement, a flutter of butterflies in my chest that makes my heart race. And the way he kisses me—gentle, yet almost demanding—sends shivers down my spine.

My hips grind against him and a low groan escapes him as he grips my ass tighter, no doubt leaving marks. But I didn’t care, I wanted him to claim me as his—any way he wanted.

My hands roam beneath his shirt, my nails scraping against his soft skin. Oh fuck, he’s so defined, it’s ridiculous, really…how can he be this fucking hot and not expect me to catch feelings for him?

I break away from the kiss, needing to get some oxygen into my lungs, and fast. Our breaths are heavy, our chests rising and falling at the same pace. His eyes lock onto mine, and I could see the lust pouring out of them, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he can’t see the exact same thing in mine.

I shimmy, letting him know to put me down. He looks reluctant, but sets me down onto my feet, making sure I’m steady while my hand reaches out, gripping the hem of his shirt and dragging it up his body.

Grinning, he looks down at me and aids me in taking it off and throws it across the room. Mother of all things holy. This boy is a fucking masterpiece.

We don’t speak, but we don’t need to. Our eyes are speaking for us.

My fingers reach out, running along the band of his sweats. “I want to suck your cock.” I confess.

His breath hitches.

“Can I do that, Greyson? Can I suck your cock?”

“ Please .” It comes out in a short, rasped breath.

Pulling his Sweats and boxers down, I sink to my knees and gulp once I come face to face with his cock. I’ve touched it before—not fully…but fuck. Nothing compares to what I’m currently looking at.

I didn’t realize how big and thick he actually was.

Taking a breath, my hand reaches out and encloses around him. Pumping his cock a few times, my eyes dart up to his—those gorgeous blue irises of his are large, needy, and so fucking desperate.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” I say.

“The only thing uncomfortable about this is how fucking hard I am.” He grumbles.

My lips tilt as I stroke from base to tip. Squeezing, his hips jerk forward and the sexiest groan escapes his lips.

And I want his cum coating my chest like a pearl necklace.

Reaching down, I pull my own shirt over my head, leaving me bare chested. I watch as his eyes dart to my hardened nipples, and he licks his lips, his eyes glazing over with more lust.

Bringing my hand up, I glide it over my chest, my fingers grazing over my nipples. I don’t have a fucking clue where all this confidence is coming from, but the look on his face is fucking worth it

“I want you to come on my tits,” I say, my eyes locking onto his. “Can you do that for me, Greyson?” My fingers twist at my swollen nipple, making me gasp out a moan. “Can you come on my tits?”

“Y-yes,” he chokes out, clearing his throat. “ Please , Lilly.”

Licking my lips, I inch forward and lick his cock from base to tip. The saltiness of his pre-cum coats my lips, and I groan.

“Hmm,” bringing a thumb to my lip, I swipe as I pump his cock with my other hand. “You taste so good.”