Brielle

thirty-six

BRIELLE

My hand is currently being tugged along the beach at fucking five am in the morning.

The sand falls onto the top of my fluffy sliders covering them with sand.

I hate sand.

The faint glow of the moon allows me just enough light to see the sand currently getting in the ruffles of fur on my sliders.

Groaning, I follow Grayson further onto the beach until he finds us a perfect spot to watch the sunset on.

It's cute, but annoying how he woke me up at five to watch the sunset, but the way his hands are fidgeting by his side signifies he's nervous.

Or just cold, but I really doubt that. It's still pretty warm, and I'm only wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top without being cold.

The clothes Grayson practically shoved over my head before leaving. Ignoring the fact my $40 underwear is in-fact ripped up on the floor.

My downstairs area is killing me, it's been a while since I've last done the dirty so it's a little tired. And painful.

"Here," Gray finally decides, sitting his ass on the sand and I grimace.

He pats the floor next to him and I shake my head, no way am I sitting on a beach full of sand. It would of been so much better if he just went with the idea of sitting on the loungers. But no, we have to go on the bloody beach.

As soon as I sit on the sand, it will go in all the wrong places and I am not risking that. Nada, zilch, no.

"Ha, no thanks. I'm not sitting on that," I point towards the sand that could also have one of those weird creatures hiding underneath it.

I saw a tik tok of some guy digging it out once, it scared the shit out of me.

Gray tugs on my hand and I squeal, bracing myself for the impact of sand. But instead, I'm placed on his lap.

I let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks."

He kisses my cheek once, "No problem babe."

One hand taps my thigh, over and over, not like the way he usually does, but just frantically. Anxiously.

"What's on your mind?" I ask, brushing a loose curl off his face.

"You."

A grin wipes onto my face but I quickly hide it, getting a peak of the tattoo behind his ear.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything right?"

"I won't judge," I add, running my hand along the base of his jawline.

He sighs, leaning further back, his arms holding both him and me up. His biceps barely fitting his shirt, they look as though they're about to rip the shirt apart.

"Yeah. I know."

My eyes flick towards the tattoo, but quickly avert when I feel his gaze on the side of my face.