SHORT CHAPTER
•Grayson's POV•
After everything had settled down, Riv and I went home and were laying on the couch.
The TV was on, I didn't even pay attention to what was on. I was just staring at Riv.
Her beautiful, gleaming brown eyes. Her little freckles spread among her cheeks and nose.
Her small delicate hands. Her perfectly curved pink, plump lips.
Everything about her as memorizing.
"Grayson, I need to umm, I need to tell you something..." she speaks quietly.
She looks over at me with a serious face.
"Anything." I say, pulling her into my chest.
"Remember a few nights ago, when I wanted to tell you that thing?" I asks.
I look down at her.
"Yes."
"Well it was..."
She hesitates.
"I can't say."
My smile turns into a frown. What can't she trust me?
"Please Riv, you can trust me it's probably not that bad."
She looks up at me with watery eyes.
It's bad.
"I want to meet Ethan."
