Author's note : Put on the song "River" by Bishop Briggs. Just do it. 🖤
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I walk in the foreign house, Grayson's hand hooked around mine behind my back. I lead him to the dance floor. As soon as we reach the living room, I spin around and trow myself in his arms, making him giggle and catch me and my clumsiness.
I start to sway my hips left and right and he copies my moves, his gaze not leaving mine and his smile not fading one bit.
I put my hands up in the sky and close my eyes, a smile stamped on my face. Grayson's hands tighten their grasp on my hipbones as I wave my body left and right.
The music blares into my ears and the scent of sweat and alcohol fills my nostrils. I turn around in Grayson's embrace and fold my arms around his neck. I press my forehead against his and the tip of our nose collide. I raise an eyebrow and he raises a corner of his mouth, moulding it into a smirk.
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A few kids stare at us as we dance like crazy wild people.
Who cares anyways?
I pull the blunt behind my ear out of its spot and place it in my mouth. Grayson pulls out a lighter and spins me around to glue his toned abs against my back. He wraps an arm around my waist and with the other hand he lights up the joint resting between my teeth. I crack a smile before taking a good puff. I turn around and exhale the thick smoke in Grayson's mouth. He parts his lips open and inhale what he is given. We both giggle like children.
"Let's go find the booze, babygirl!" he yells to cover the blasting loud music. I nod and he takes my hand to lead the way.
We find the kitchen after getting lost a few times in the mansion.
I must admit, this place is gigantic. Bigger than the twins' house.
I hop on the counter and lean forward as Grayson walks in the kitchen after me. He walks up to me and spreads my legs to create a path closer to my body. He wraps his arms around my waist and gets on his tip toes to kiss me. I frame his face in my hands and kiss him back softly. I grab the bottle of Vodka laying next to me and break the kiss to fill Grayson's mouth with a good shot of it. He giggles and wipes the side of his mouth where the Vodka spilled. I burst out laughing.
He swallows the alcohol and makes a funny face because of the burning sensation. He leans back in and gently presses his lips against mine, making me taste the disgusting Vodka on his soft wet lips.
