“I just want to talk to you.”
She chews at her lip, nodding before leaning in and telling Payton and Callie she’ll be back soon, then she grabs my hand, interlocks our fingers—and I have no doubt in my mind she can feel how hard they’re shaking right now.
“What did you want to talk about?” She stops as we walk out of the double doors into the large corridor.
“Not here.” I shake my head, pulling her along until I push open a room I know is empty.
Pulling her in, I push her against the door as I close and lock it behind us before my lips are on hers, once again. Gripping her hips, I push her against the door more, making her gasp into my mouth, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my tongue in and devour her.
Our tongues swirl against the others, each fighting for dominance, but I win, like always. Her hands grip my shoulders while my hands push further down, landing on her ass and squeezing, making her squeal. But she doesn’t stop kissing me, if anything, it makes her hungry for more. And I love the fucking power I have over her.
“Greyson.” She moans into my mouth, her hands sliding across my chest.
Pulling away from her, my chest heaves up and down as I bring my hand up and pull the mask she’s wearing over her eyes and rest it on her head.
My eyes lock into hers, and I’m blown away—as every other time my eyes land on her. The room is dimly lit, the only light source coming from the moon in the sky, cascading a sliver of light onto the floor.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I whisper, brushing my thumb over her cheek bone.
More than perfect.
She’s fucking everything.
She blushes, leaning into my touch. “You’re perfect too.” She whispers.
I just stand there, staring at her—admiring everything about her from the little frecklesacross her nose, to the way her eyes twinkle, and how her chest heaves up and down from the intense kissing we just done.
Fuck, how did I get so lucky to have her in my life?
“Hey, are you okay?” She asks, concern lacing her voice as she drags a soothing thumb across my cheek.
I take a deep breath in, my heart hammering hard against my chest. “The lines have blurred.” I confess.
She looks at me confused, her eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean?”
“Us,” I say, gesturing between the two of us with my hand. “This whole fake dating thing…the lines have blurred for me.”
“Grey—”
“The lines blurred a long time ago, and I’ve been trying my fucking hardest to hold it together, to not blurt out how much I fucking like you.” I continue, my chest feeling lighter as I admit the truth.
“Grey—”
“But every second I spend with you, I get more sucked in by everything you do—everythingyouare,” taking a deeper breath, my heart hammers harder against my chest. “And I’m falling in love with you, Lilly Jackson.”
Chapter 48
Greyson
Love, it crept up on me quietly—so quite that I didn’t even realize it was happening. One day I was just Greyson living my life, and the next Lilly was there, and everything changed.
At first it was her smile that caught my attention—the way it’d light up her whole face, and I remember how jealous I’d be over it, wishing I could smile that bright. But little did I know I’d also be smiling just as bright months later, all because of her.
We got off on the wrong foot, but we made up almost immediately. And the more time I spent with her, the more I craved to be near her. It’s then I started to notice the little things about her, like how she’d tuck a stray strand behind her ear when she was thinking, and the way her eyes would light up when she talked about something she was passionate about.
And the genuine kindness she showed to everyone around her—she’s like a ball of sunshine there to brighten everyone’s day…brightenmyday. And did she fucking brighten it. Every day I woke up looking forward to seeing her, to even being in close proximity to her. She didn’t even have to talk to me, all she had to do was breathe near me and my obsession for her grew.
The way she’d pick at her cuticles when she was feeling anxious, something I’ve noticed she hasn’t done in weeks, because I somehow seem to notice every single detail about her. She’s woven into my brain like a parasite refusing to leave, refusing to let me go back to how it was before.
