"You are not who you think you are."
Bella was far from a normal teenage girl. With an abusive father on the hunt for her, she decides to run away. Little does she know that her life was about to change when she meets a couple and one of their sons...
The next day, I woke up with a huge smile on my face. I looked up and saw Grayson still sleeping with his mouth slightly apart. I traced my hand on his jaw then gave him a kiss on his bare chest, up to his neck then to his cheek.
He let out a soft moan and I froze.
"You have to stop, Little Mate. We won't be leaving this bed if you continue." He said, his eyes still closed.
I rolled my eyes at him and jumped off the bed to the bathroom. I prepared myself for the day and showered. When I walked out of the bathroom, Grayson was still in bed, watching me.
"Yeah, that's not creepy at all." I said and he chuckled.
"Go get dressed, Gray. We need to leave if we want to arrive at Caleb's pack early." I said as I picked out an outfit for today. I wanted to look presentable since we are going to another pack, so Grayson's shirts are out of the choices.
"I picked out your clothes for you." He said, handing them to me. I looked at the clothes while he stood in front of me, probably waiting for my reaction.
"Oh hell no." I paused. "I am not wearing this today." I said as I threw the clothes into my suitcase.
"Why?"
"It's freaking like... sixty degrees out there and you expect me to wear something I would wear for winter? Do you want me to melt?" I said. He freaking chose a long-sleeved sweater, jeans, boots, and a scarf.
"The less skin you show, the better." He shrugged.
"No way. I might die of heat stroke." I said.
I chose a much more appropriate-for-summer outfit which was a salmon-colored shirt and a pair of white shorts.
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After I put it on, Grayson emerged from the bathroom.
"No. Go change." He said with his brows furrowed.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Those shorts are too short. You're showing too much of your legs."
"There's a reason they're called shorts, Grayson. If they're not short, then they won't be called shorts, they'll most likely be called longs." I said as I exited our room with my bag, knowing I probably won out little argument.
I sat on the couch, waiting for Grayson. After a few minutes, he finally stood in front of me.
"I'm serious, Bella. Go change."
"No."
"Why are you being difficult?" He whined.
"I'm not. But the clothes I have left are going to kill me of suffocation or heat or whatever. Do you really want me to die?" I asked him, giving him puppy eyes. He looked at me and hesitated.
