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by thyselves

by thyselves

I swear to god, Grant Victor will be the death of me. We're lounging on the couch in his living room, watching some show that I couldn't care less about. And Grant just has to look sexy in his sweatpants and fitted black t-shirt.

"What're you looking at?" Grant asks innocently, but I can hear an undertone of smugness.

"I don't know," I scrunch up my nose, "the label fell off."

Grant rolls his gray eyes, "Haha, very funny."

"Right?" I agree, "I'm hilarious."

He pulls me onto his lap, and I end straddling him. Grant smirks as I widen my eyes in surprise, not sure what to do. He places his hands on my hips, causing me to squirm.

"Venice," he says in a tight voice, "stop moving."

I immediately freeze up, realizing why he wanted me to stop. We both stare at each other, and it takes a few seconds before we burst out laughing.

After we calm down, I press a soft kiss to his lips, "You're irresistible."

Grant lets out another laugh and then leaves a lingering kiss on my collarbone, "Duh, or else you'd still dislike me."

I grin at that.

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BOOM, ANOTHER CHAPTER.

Vrant is adorable.

So.

Freakin'.

Adorable.

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--thyselves