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from bed and make our way over to my kitchen.
We drink our coffees and Grayson moves around the kitchen preparing breakfast. He has insisted on cooking, saying I haven’t eaten since yesterday and have been taking medicine. “Do you always cook breakfast for your sick hook-ups?” I ask teasing.
“Nope. I can say I never have. Actually, I’ve never played doctor to anyone, besides my brother, before. Consider yourself lucky.” He smiles. “And you know you’re more than just a hook-up, so stop referring to yourself as such.” He adds deadpan, his expression serious. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the thought of us being more than friends scares him as much as it does me by that last comment.
We eat our breakfast in somewhat awkward silence and clear the table. I excuse myself to take a shower, feeling the wall I built around my heart rise a little taller. I want to wash off all the germs I feel crawling over my body, and I can’t help but shake off the uneasy feeling about Grayson’s comment. I know I’ve always been the one to deny any form of real commitment, but seeing his serious expression about it caught me off guard. He’s usually more carefree about us.
I am engrossed in my thoughts and trying to analyze why I felt so uneasy when Grayson spoke about me being more of a hookup with such a glum expression, when I feel him push up against me and run his hands down the curves of my body leaving my skin burning with desire. I turn around tracing my hands over the ripples of his stomach, up his chest and around his neck pressing myself to him. My eyes meet his and they darken. There’s so much promise in that gaze, and we stand holding each other as the water cascades on us. Grayson kisses me gently, but before he can pull away I deepen the kiss, pulling him into me. We get lost in each other, exploring our bodies and communicating without words.
“What are your plans for today?” Grayson asks much more relaxed after our shower together. We’re in my room after our shower getting dressed.
“No plans. I figured I’d catch up on some work,” I reply nonchalantly.
“I was gonna go for a hike. Want to come? Some fresh air would do you good. I just need to pass by my house to change and we can head from there.”
“I’d love to. Let me just change.” I love being outdoors; especially hiking up the mountains and being face to face with the magnificence of nature. Growing up in the northwest, being out in nature was a big part of my life. I could never turn down a chance to go for a hike.
We arrive at Grayson’s house, and I am in awe. I’ve never been here before, but I am instantly drawn to the surroundings. Grayson lives a little outside of the city in a beautiful house peacefully wrapped amongst trees and hills. It doesn’t surprise me that Grayson would live somewhere more secluded from the city.
His house has an open concept with an amazing kitchen and modern furniture. In the living room, across from the kitchen, are amazing floor to ceiling windows blending the outdoors and the indoor with such a serene view of nature. The couch is dark brown leather, with a TV hanging on the wall across from it. A sleek console is placed under the TV holding a DVD player and a PlayStation. Boys and their toys.
The kitchen has dark cabinets and gray granite countertops. There’s a gas burner on the island and plenty of counter space to cook and entertain on. On the left of the kitchen is a bar stocked with wine and other bottles of whiskey and vodka.
The walls are off-white and pretty bare, except for a Jack Daniels sign above the bar and a few pictures of him and who I assume is his brother by their resemblance on the coffee table in the living room. I am still staring around when I hear Grayson say, “Make yourself at home, I’ll just be a minute,” and he disappears into his bedroom. I can’t help but wonder if his bedroom is just as bare as the rest of his house or if it’s
We drink our coffees and Grayson moves around the kitchen preparing breakfast. He has insisted on cooking, saying I haven’t eaten since yesterday and have been taking medicine. “Do you always cook breakfast for your sick hook-ups?” I ask teasing.
“Nope. I can say I never have. Actually, I’ve never played doctor to anyone, besides my brother, before. Consider yourself lucky.” He smiles. “And you know you’re more than just a hook-up, so stop referring to yourself as such.” He adds deadpan, his expression serious. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the thought of us being more than friends scares him as much as it does me by that last comment.
We eat our breakfast in somewhat awkward silence and clear the table. I excuse myself to take a shower, feeling the wall I built around my heart rise a little taller. I want to wash off all the germs I feel crawling over my body, and I can’t help but shake off the uneasy feeling about Grayson’s comment. I know I’ve always been the one to deny any form of real commitment, but seeing his serious expression about it caught me off guard. He’s usually more carefree about us.
I am engrossed in my thoughts and trying to analyze why I felt so uneasy when Grayson spoke about me being more of a hookup with such a glum expression, when I feel him push up against me and run his hands down the curves of my body leaving my skin burning with desire. I turn around tracing my hands over the ripples of his stomach, up his chest and around his neck pressing myself to him. My eyes meet his and they darken. There’s so much promise in that gaze, and we stand holding each other as the water cascades on us. Grayson kisses me gently, but before he can pull away I deepen the kiss, pulling him into me. We get lost in each other, exploring our bodies and communicating without words.
“What are your plans for today?” Grayson asks much more relaxed after our shower together. We’re in my room after our shower getting dressed.
“No plans. I figured I’d catch up on some work,” I reply nonchalantly.
“I was gonna go for a hike. Want to come? Some fresh air would do you good. I just need to pass by my house to change and we can head from there.”
“I’d love to. Let me just change.” I love being outdoors; especially hiking up the mountains and being face to face with the magnificence of nature. Growing up in the northwest, being out in nature was a big part of my life. I could never turn down a chance to go for a hike.
We arrive at Grayson’s house, and I am in awe. I’ve never been here before, but I am instantly drawn to the surroundings. Grayson lives a little outside of the city in a beautiful house peacefully wrapped amongst trees and hills. It doesn’t surprise me that Grayson would live somewhere more secluded from the city.
His house has an open concept with an amazing kitchen and modern furniture. In the living room, across from the kitchen, are amazing floor to ceiling windows blending the outdoors and the indoor with such a serene view of nature. The couch is dark brown leather, with a TV hanging on the wall across from it. A sleek console is placed under the TV holding a DVD player and a PlayStation. Boys and their toys.
The kitchen has dark cabinets and gray granite countertops. There’s a gas burner on the island and plenty of counter space to cook and entertain on. On the left of the kitchen is a bar stocked with wine and other bottles of whiskey and vodka.
The walls are off-white and pretty bare, except for a Jack Daniels sign above the bar and a few pictures of him and who I assume is his brother by their resemblance on the coffee table in the living room. I am still staring around when I hear Grayson say, “Make yourself at home, I’ll just be a minute,” and he disappears into his bedroom. I can’t help but wonder if his bedroom is just as bare as the rest of his house or if it’s
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