*Riv's POV*
I looked down at the plate of pancakes in front of me. When did I get these?
Why?
Grayson followed my gaze.
"You should eat." he says.
"I don't even know why I picked them up. What was I thinking?"
Then I remember. He came up behind me when I was picking up the pancakes, and I looked into his eyes.
They calmed me down, enough to make me forget about my disorder. How is that even possible?
His eyes.
They do something to me.
I quickly grab the plate and bring it back into the kitchen.
I slid the pancakes off and into the trash. The smell was already causing me to get a headache.
"River, what's wrong?" Grayson asks coming into the kitchen behind me.
I look down, not wanting to make eye contact.
"I umm, I have to go Gray. I'll see you later." I say walking over to the door.
Grayson comes behind me. Before I can even open the door, he moves so he standing I front of it.
"Grayson, I have to go." I say trying to squeeze my hand behind his back to grab the door handle.
He moves my hand away and grasps my hips.
"River, look at me." he says.
I look down at the ground, knowing I'm not going anywhere.
"Please."
I continue to stare at the tile lining the floor. He moves a finger under my chin, lifting my head up.
I look up at him and our eyes instantly lock. I stare deeper into the color of his eyes.
Specks of brown, with green surrounding them. I could see the reflection of my self, standing there with his hands gripping my hips.
A sense of relief washes over me. I just felt safe.
"Hazelnut" I whisper.
"What?" he asks.
I jump back into reality and realize what I just said.
"Your eyes. They're hazelnut." I say, blushing.
"Do you like them?" he asks, chuckling a bit.
"No." I laugh.
He looks at me, confused.
"I love them." I say.
A smirk comes into play on his lips.
"Well guess what?"
"What?" I ask.
"I love yours too." he says.
"What? These pitch black holes? Yea, sure." I giggle pointing to my eyes.
They had no color to them, just boring, plain, dark brown. They just looked black from a far.
"I'm serious Riv. I love them so much. Whenever I get the chance to lock eyes with you, I just get lost in them."
I just stare at him. He's gotta be joking. My eyes are honestly the most boring eyes anybody could ever have.
"Puppy dog eyes." He whispers
