Brielle

fifteen

BRIELLE

This may or may not have been the best sleep of my life.

A hand lays on my bare back- seeing as my tank top has ridden up- and another on my thigh as I lay half on top of a sleeping Grayson.

He looks so peaceful when he's asleep.

I may be squashing Graybear, but he shouldn't mind. He said he'll do anything, and if that means being squashed by a 5'5 albanian girl at 11:30 in the morning. It will be.

Grayson's bed hair is messy and careless as it flops down onto his forehead in small waves. His dark eyelashes create shadows on his cheeks, the freckles which were once faint are now much more obvious up close.

I reach out and touch a loose wave threatening to fall off his face, his eyes don't open but his hand grips my thigh tighter as my leg rises up his.

I'm surprised we've been able to sleep in for this long, even though sometimes Grayson doesn't even get up until gone 1pm.

Usually, I'd already be up and ready by now. I'm not complaining, I'm actually semi comfy with Grayson.

Grayson groans, making me jump as his eyes open slightly. I look away, not wanting to look like some weirdo who watches people in their sleep.

He groans again, leaning his head further into the pillow as he lets out a deep breath.

I watch as he turns around, pushing his nose into my pillow as he sniffs it. My eyebrows furrow at his gesture, weird.

"This smells like you," His morning voice is groggy and deep, enough to make a grown woman choke on her sushi.

"Well, it is my bed," I laugh, using an elbow to prop my head up.

One eye opens, it glares at me for several seconds before it shuts again. He takes a deep breath, nuzzling his face into my pillow.

"I like waking up to you," He whispers, not opening his eyes once. The corners of his lips turning up in a smirk.

I sigh, resting my head in the pillow next to him. He smirks, drawing shapes on my thigh as the hand on my back stays still.

That was until it moves around, before resting on the base of my stomach. His hand sliding near the waistband of my plaid pjama bottoms.

"Grayson," I warn, looking at him as he rests his hand just above my underwear. Making me all warm and fuzzy down there, something I don't want when around him.

"I know, I wouldn't go any further without asking you," His morning voice makes me even worse, god I'm the horny one now. What a travesty.

I smile, his other hand resting on the back of my thigh as Grayson closes his eyes again. Only before tugging me closer.

I can tell somethings wrong, he's usually quiet but he's never this quiet. Even when he's just woken up. Somethings wrong.

"What's up?" I whisper, knowing I probably shouldn't care, but curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

Graybear sighs, leaning his head against my pillow as he contemplates telling me. I know he will, but sometimes we have to build ourselves up to tell something to someone, when we may not be a hundred percent comfortable.