Grey takes a seat opposite of me on the floor. He has a towel draped over his shoulder, his breathing still heavy. “Can she un-adopt me? I’d rather not fuck my brother.”
“Grey!” I groan then laugh because only Grey would turn a rather sweet thing into something sexual. “God, you’re like completely sex deprived or something.”
“I am.” I don’t doubt it. Two weeks ofnothinghas got to be torture for him, at least according to the internet and most of his own words. I think he’s just exaggerating a whole lot. “Tell your mom you’re torturing me.”
“I’mnotgoing to tell my mother that I’m torturing you. She’ll call the police on me.” I wouldn’t take it badly either. If someone like me talked about torture, everything might be possible. But I’m learning, and I’m really proud of my accomplishments so far.
“Right…” He nods his head slowly, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault, baby. You could make that joke with anyone else. Just not me.”
Grey smiles at me, his eyes full of admiration. It’s hard for me to believe anyone could ever think Grey was anything but the sweetest person to ever exist. Yes, he’s quiet most of the time, and yes he scowls and ignores me a lot, but he, too, is learning. He’s learning to speak, to open up. I think he’s been genuinely hurt in the past, mostly by his father, I’m guessing, which then silenced him down. He’s been waiting for someone to bring him back out of that hole of darkness.
Good thing I manage to light up the darkest places, huh?
“Well, then tell her I am upset with you because you… you refuse to let me have fun.”
“Fun?”
“Yup. Fun. Sex is fun.” With the right person for sure.
“Uh-huh.” I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep myself from smiling, but it’s not working. “I’ll just tell my mom you’re doing fine.”
He’s about to veto when I snap a picture of him all frowny and with the deepest scowl ever, then send it to my mother, captioning it,As you can see, he’s frowning, so everything’s fine.
My mother sends a thumbs-up emoji in return.
“You’re boring,” Grey says and rolls his eyes.
“Now I’m also boring? What else am I?” The fun police, the guy who turned Grey into a monk, the guy who forbids Grey to work out to his full capacity, then the guy who almost kills him with a workout, boring, that’s a whole lot of things I am. He didn’t even mention how great I look, or how deeply in love he is.
Grey untangles my legs to pull me closer, so when our bodies meet, I do the most logical thing; wrap my legs, as well as my arms, around his body like a koala bear. His clothes are drenched in sweat but I couldn’t give any more fucks.
“Nosy,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “And you seek compliments all the time.”
“Wow, you’re really going there.” I’m not sure if that should offend me. If I was a normal person, maybe it would.
“It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Grey nibbles on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin ever so slightly yet firm enough to draw out a shaky breath from me. Oh, I know what he’s doing…
“Grey,” I warn, though I don’t stop him when he pulls me closer to him until I can feel his dick press against the inside of my thigh.
“Tell me to stop.”
I can’t because I want this as much as he does, I’m just scared. “There are cameras in this gym,” I try. I don’t actually know that, but it looks fancy enough. I think this entire building has cameraseverywhere. It would be better for them. Imagine someone broke in…
“It’s just a free porno for whoever watches the tapes, it’s fine. They’re most likely going to skip it. Then I’ll get a warning letter and that’s it. Totally worth it.”
“They could sell it for millions of dollars. And then our sex tape would be all over the internet.”
He bites my neck and I moan, then I push my fingers into his sweaty hair. “Confirming a relationship with a sex tape sounds like fun.”
“Yeah, because your future kids wouldlovethat,” a deep voice from somewhere behind me chuckles, making me flinch. I try getting away from Grey, but he won’t let me.
“That’s a good point.” Grey sighs, leaning his chin right onto my shoulder as he looks at whoever’s here with us now. “But I think I can live with that.”
