[𝐌𝐱𝐌]
"I want you, badly," he says with pleading eyes.
"Oh yeah?" I cock an eyebrow.
I watch as he swallows nervously, not knowing what my next words will be. It's not often that I taunt him like this, but when I do, he doesn't know what to expe...
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Sunday, September 18th
I stop at the red light and waste no time in getting a peek at Grayson's face. He's looking straight ahead, with more focus on the road than me.
His lips part slightly, and he turns to look at me. "What are you doing?"
"Huh?" I blink.
He points. "The light." I quickly snap back into focus and shift my foot to accelerate.
"I know my beauty is just captivating," he says sarcastically as he flicks his hair back. "But there's no need to stare." He turns to look out his window.
I clear my throat. "I wasn't staring." He hums in response, knowing that I'm lying.
I take another glance and notice him fidgeting with his rings. "Nervous?"
Grayson stops and rests his hands on his thighs. "A little. I've never been to an event like this."
"Don't be. It's just a bunch of old people bidding for things they won't even use." I pull into a parking spot just down the street from the auction building, and I turn the car off once I've stopped.
Grayson stays staring at the window, watching all the people dressed in fine clothing as they prance through the front door. I reach over, tucking strands of hair behind his face so I can see him better. He turns to me, and my hand rests on his cheek.
The heavy temptation pulls me in again and I lean in closer to kiss him. He blocks me with his hand. "No, we'll end up having sex in here."
I give him a quizzical eyebrow. "I mean if that's what you had in mind then..." I say jokingly.
He puts his hand over my mouth. "Nope." I start to laugh, and Grayson takes his hand off.
"What, are you going to have sex with me in your head now?" I tease.
His eyebrows raise. "Are you?" he asks, avoiding my question.
I stare at him, knowing fully what my answer is. I open my mouth, pretending that I'm going to speak. But I say nothing, knowing that he'll stop me.
"Don't answer that." He waves me away and I smirk, knowing I was right.
"I have to get your opinion on something." Grayson turns so the back of his head is facing me. He looks at me once again, now wearing his mask. "Do I look dumb?"
He looks far from "dumb." His siren-like eyes look even more captivating than before with the mask on.
He waves his hand in front of my face. "Earth to Dawson."
I blink again. "What?"
"Stop spacing out on me." -he rolls his eyes- "Now, how do I look?"
"Hm," I press a fist to my chin. "I now know what you look like partially blindfolded." I tease.
