“I got you some clothes.”
Clothes, duh! While I wouldn’t have minded wearing the clothes I wore yesterday. I did however fall asleep in them. So, a fresh pair of clothes—even if they’re not mine—sounded far better.
Walking over to the door, I unlock it and peek my head out to see Greyson pulling a pair of sweats up his legs and I gulp when he adjusts his cock.
Fuck.
Stop looking, stop looking…
No doubt feeling my stare, his head snaps up and he smiles. Walking over to the bed, he picks up a pile of clothes. “The sweats might be a little big, but they have a string that you can tighten.”
Holy fuck. He’s shirtless too, and he has a silver chain hanging from his neck…why is that so hot? And why is my mind telling me to rake my nails along his defined chest.
And why am I still staring?
Smiling, I keep one hand enclosed around the towel so I don’t accidentally scar him for life, while extending the other to grab the clothes. “Thank you, I won’t be long.”
“Take your time.” I watch the muscles on his back tighten as he turns and walks away.
Oh my god.
Closing the door, I lean my back against it and inhale a sharp breath. The room suddenly feels ten times warmer than it was before, and my heart beats hard against my chest, hard enough to leave a bruise.
No fantasizing about your fake boyfriend Lilly!I have to repeat this several times in my mind as I dry myself off and put the clothes he’d given me on.
But he’s hot, and his body…no! Shaking my head from all the thoughts circulating, I tie a knot into the sweatpants and give myself a mental pep talk before opening the bathroom door with my old clothes in hand.
Greyson stands near his dresser, now fully clothed, much to my disappointment.Omg, stop!Scolding myself again, I walk over to my bag and place my clothes inside, just as he comes to stand beside me.
“Ready to go?” He asks.
Not trusting myself to speak without fumbling over my words, I nod my head and rake a hand through my wet hair.
Following him down the stairs, we hear various voices coming from the kitchen which has Greyson stopping at the bottom of the stairs. Spinning to look at me, he gives me a questionable look likeIknow what’s going on.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he takes hold of my hand and walks in the direction of the kitchen. And once we walk past the threshold, the first thing I see is Chase by the stove, with Theo peering over his shoulder.
“Fuck off, Jenkins.” Chase growls.
“But it smells soooo nice.” Theo groans.
The smell of chocolate chip pancakes travels through the air, and my stomach grumbles loudly making Greyson chuckle.
“Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you making breakfast—pancakes nonetheless.” Greyson speaks, which causes all eyes to trail to us.
“Oh, look what the cat dragged in.” Theo smirks in our direction as he walks around the island.
The same island Hunter and Nina are currently sitting at.
Oh fuck, Nina.
“Hey,” she smiles, looking at me confused. “What are you doing here?”
“Greyson was helping me with something, and we fell asleep.” I say at the same time Greyson says. “She was helping me with something, and we fell asleep.”
Laughing awkwardly, I scratch my neck. “We werecollectivelyhelping each other.”
“Well, come sit.” She smiles, tapping the empty chair beside her.
