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by thyselves

by thyselves

"Your parents said it was okay, right?" Grant asks, pulling me into his house.

"Yes! I told them way before you picked me up," I reply, laughing at Grant's slightly distressed look, "And your parents are okay if I stay over?"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"Our parents trust us too much."

Grant places a lingering kiss on my lips, "I don't understand how, but thank god."

I swat his arm, "You keep your perverted mind to yourself."

"My mind is not perverted. You're the perverted one in this relationship."

I smirk, "Relationship, huh?"

Grant keeps his bedroom door open. It's like he can hear his mother scolding him, "Of course, Ven. Did the fifty-million kisses not mean anything to you?"

"It means a lot to me," I waggle my eyebrows, which causes Grant to burst out laughing, "but I wanna hear you ask me."

He steps really close to me, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, "Venice Waters, will you be my girlfriend?"

I smile, "Are you sure you wanna deal with hell?"

"Woman, you're making this harder than it needs to be," he rolls his eyes, "but duh, I already deal with it everyday."

I kiss his cheek, "Then yes, Grant Victor, I will be your girlfriend for as long as you can handle me."

"I'm glad," he whispers before saying, "C'mon, we should go to bed."

I agree, heading over to the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror, I giddily smile. Tonight means everything to me.

Grant's already in bed when I enter. I climb in right next to him, burying my head into his chest and placing a leg between his. Grant wraps an arm around me, smiling softly.

"Goodnight, Venice."

"Goodnight, Grant."

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SO THEY ARE OFFICIALLY, ONE HUNDRED PERCENT TOGETHER. YAAAAAS.

I DON'T EVEN HAVE A SHIP NAME FOR THEM. GRANICE? VRANT? ANYTHING ELSE?

And I'm thinking about 20 more chapters of Tender Conversations?

Okay cool, everything has been said.

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--thyselves