So it goes by Taylor Swift

Getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face. So it goes, I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose.

TW: Sexual Content

School has been going great. Rehearsals are even greater. Things with Grayson have been going smoothly. Everything's perfect. Well.. mostly.

With all the time spent laying low, spending time with Grayson, rehearsing, working, it's becoming harder and harder to track what day we're at.

It's currently the 10th of October and we're almost reaching the Fall break. On the 17th we get two weeks of vacation time. I'm a little nervous about having so much free time. 

Being with Grayson feels like a never ending honeymoon. Although a thought has been nagging the back of my mind every time we hang out. What are we? Are we girlfriend and boyfriend or just friends with benefits. I want to be with him but we've never labelled what we have and I don't want to put him in a box or anything but when people ask if we're together should I say yes? Should I be angry if I ever find out he kisses someone else, friends with benefits aren't exclusive so does that mean we can both kiss other people?

I get out the steamy shower and hug the towel around my body. I open the bathroom door and step out, getting eyed by a very hungry looking Grayson who is laying on my bed waiting for me.

I feel his eyes on me the whole walk around to the window to close the curtains, the room now only being lit by some lamps.

"You're staring." I comment without turning around.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He replies, I suddenly drop my towel to the floor.

I slowly turn around, his eager eyes scanning all over my nude figure. "Really? Cause it kinda looks like you're staring." I hum.

The only sound to fill the silent room are his desperate and deep breaths. "You want something Gray?" I ask innocently, his eyes still roaming.

"I want a lot of things." He swallows. 

"Come tell me then Gray." I speak lowly in a gravely voice, turning around to face the cabinets as I search through for my pj's.

The sound of Grayson approaching behind me fills my ears as I pretend to ignore him. He breathes down warmly on my neck, i tilt my head as chills cover my entire body.

"Can I touch you?" He whispers roughly. "You can run me over with a car and I'd still thank you Grayson." I admit, only half joking. He scoffs with a smirk.

He places a hand on my stomach that begins to wonder my body and caress each and every curve on my body, his hand slips between my thighs and without even hesitating he slides two fingers inside of me. 

I gasp and feel my knees becoming weaker already. I roll my head back onto his shoulder with a moan. He quickly spins me around to face him and pushes me up against the wall as we ferociously begin kissing with passion and lust.

He lifts me up by the thighs and carries me over to my bed again. He drops me down and gets a condom out. 

He kneels above me and in a husky and low voice he asks "You sure?" 

I immediately nod in response, I help him roll on the condom and feel him thrust inside of me. 

I pull his shoulders closer to me so that our bodies are fully connected as we keep kissing. I let out a loud moan, his hand locks into mine as he reaches full speed. 

My spare hand grips down his back, fingertips squeezing and leaving small red fingerprints that I assume will evolve to bruises. 

He keeps pressing kisses down my neck until I start gasping when I feel the release rising inside of me. I sigh when I let go and collapse my hands off his back in relief. Only moments later he cums as well.

He collapses beside me and i pull the soft blanket over my body, our hands still interlocked he gives it a comforting squeeze.

Once both our panting has died down I roll onto my side and he does too. "Hey." I smile giddily when our eyes meet, feeling an overwhelmingly nervous feeling. I know my cheeks are all red now and my eyes are struggling to keep up the eye contact.

"Hi." He smiles sweetly, with a small smirk having clearly noticed I'm both embarrassed and nervous. "You okay?" Grayson asks kindly. "Mhm. You're really pretty." I admit. 

His beauty is almost overwhelming and hard to look at like some kind of Greek god. 

"I'm pretty?" He chuckles in a low voice. "Extremely. I can't look at you for too long or I'll risk it all." I whisper. His smile fades a little before he murmurs "Then risk it." So quiet i almost don't hear it. A smirk plays on his pink lips. 

That seemed to knock the air from my lungs. How can one person get to be so good looking, so respectful, so flirty, so talented and as if that isn't all enough he's also got one of the best personalities. 

I can't help but pounce into a hug, I think I love him. 

He hesitates but wraps his arms around me nevertheless and holds me tightly in his strong arms.

"Sorry." I murmur at the randomness of my hug, "It's okay." His low laughs vibrate through my neck where his face is. 

"Hey I wanted to talk to you about something P." Grayson pulls away and draws little circles on my shoulder. 

I'm not exactly sure when this nickname started but I've grown to love hearing him call me P.

I look at him in concern but he quickly dismisses this, "Nothing bad." He assures me.

I nod for him to go on. "I was wondering if you would be going home for Avery's Birthday?" He asks. I furrow my brows in confusion, "Why would I?" 

Saying those words make me feel awful, she's your sister Paris. But she never made an effort for my birthday, it's not like I've been invited so why should I visit?

"I know she never did anything for your birthday but it's her eighteenth." He frowns and gently tickles my arms with his soft fingertips. 

"Gray, the only time she's called me since I left was for my birthday, for 30 seconds. And the day after because she found out I had sex, she literally called me for details then ghosted me. She's not made much of an effort to reach out to me so why should I?" I avert my eyes from his warm gaze. I always thought his gaze was cold and piercing, now I only see warmth and comfort. 

"But she invited you, isn't that enough of an effort." He bargains. "No she didn't." I reply with confusion. "For the Birthday ball?" He hints as if he expects me to magically remember this event I never even heard about.

"Not ringing any bells." I shrug. "It was Xander who was in charge of inviting everyone. They're throwing her a huge surprise party." He informs me.

"You were invited and I wasn't? She chose a Hawthorne over her own sister?" I fume. I push myself to sit up on the sweetly comfortable bed.

"It was Xander inviting everyone. You know how he gets, probably lost your invite or something? It wasn't Avery, she doesn't even know about the party."

I sigh and he squeezes my hand, "I'm calling him." I inform Grayson. I quickly grab my phone and hit Xander's number. 

It rings a couple times as I wait angrily, I pace the length of the room back and forth. Grayson lays on his back propped up on his elbows, his head following my striding body. 

His blonde hair, usually pristine and perfectly groomed is now wavy and loose, spread over his face. His lips swollen and a little red from the intense kissing, his neck lined with purple hickeys courtesy of me. Bruises slowly start to form in fingerprint shapes on his back and shoulders. He's mesmerising, even when doing something as simple as just laying there I can't help but feel so safe around him.

"Yes?" Xander's voice asks impatiently through the phone. "Oh hey Xander, 'Hey Paris, good to hear from you Paris, I missed you so much Paris, how are you Paris?' Or you know just 'yes' you cheeky cow." I scoff.

"Who climbed your bean stock?" He grimaces at my anger. 

"You did, you prick." I comment. "Where's my invite?" I get straight to the point.

"Your what?" He spits as if this question is absolutely ludicrous and it's preposterous of me to even ask.

"My invite. Nobody told me about Avery's Birthday ball." I tell him. Grayson keeps his stare on me impatiently. He runs a hand through his messy unkempt hair. 

I round the bed and sit on the edge beside him. He places a comforting on my knee as he watches me with dreamy eyes, like a curious black cat ready to kiss my face. 

"Christ Pear Bear give me a minute. I sent those invites out yesterday, I was just about to text you about it. It's not personal." Xander sighs, I hear a loud plop like he just flopped onto his bed.

"So I'm invited?" I raise a brow and give a motherly tone. "Not with that tone you aren't." He sasses. "Xander Blackwood Hawthorne, you have until the count of three to tell me I'm invited or I will personally make sure Max never gives you back your balls, you whipped wanker!" I hiss into the speaker, earning myself a concerned head tilt from Grayson.

"You are invited Paris." Xander says deadpan. "Great, thanks, love you." I smile warmly. 

Grayson gives a little scoff from beside me, I pull his head into my lap where his head rests intimately on my upper thigh. 

"Who was that?" Xander asks curiously. "Your brother." I say in a joking tone disguised like a 'your Mom' sort of joke even though I'm literally staring into the gorgeous eyes of his elder brother as we speak. 

"Real funny." He says flatly. I lean down and start giving Grayson passionate intense kisses. Xander groans in disgust at the noises, i bet he'd be even more disgusted if he knew it was actually his own blood.

"Paris go into the bathroom right now, we need to talk." He orders. 

I grunt in frustration as I stand up to enter the bathroom. Grayson makes an upset sort of whimper and holds onto my hand in attempts to make me stay. "One second baby." I give him a kiss on the forehead and head in the bathroom, closing the door, we change the call to a FaceTime.

I wear only underwear which doesn't seem to be a problem when I realise as is he, laying in bed with only boxers on. 

"Ok who the fuck was that?" He asks quietly. "Just that guy I was telling you about." I shrug innocently. "And why were you fucking him?" He raises his brows. "I'm sorry Xander, am I not allowed to have sex?" I tilt my head.

"Oh you absolutely are so long as you give me all the details. Are you dating him yet?" He says eagerly. "Why should I give details when last time I did you snitched to my sisters and Nash?" I challenge. 

"Okay that information was pried out of me! Like they literally had a gun to my head and physically forced me." He raises his hands in surrender.

 "No, we aren't dating- i don't think so anyway. He's really tall and super talented. He's super smart, like a literal genius. He's atrociously handsome like a Greek god. He's got these beautiful eyes that you can't help but get lost in. And when he gets his eyes on me he always seems to undress me with one glance and eye fuck me. He has this menacing smirk he always wears when he looks at me like he's plotting something. His hair is really well kept but immediately becomes messy and rough when I run my hands through it. His abs are lean and his biceps are huge. He has a really adorable ass. His back muscles are really tight and every time I see them I just feel like I'm gonna melt. And not to mention his dick is massive-"

My rambling is interrupted by not one but two Hawthorne's. The door to the bathroom opens wide and I'm met with Grayson staring at me with a raised brow and that smirk. At the same moment, Xander cuts in, "Ok that's enough- Wait did he just walk in?" Xander gasps at my averted eyes. 

"He did." I nod with a blush spreading over my face. 

"Okay Mystery Man, as much as I would love to stick around to see that 'massive dick' I'm gonna leave you two to it." Xander announces sarcastically before hanging up. 

I throw the phone onto the bathroom counter and approach him. Immediately Grayson lifts me up by the thighs and we engulf in a beautiful kiss. Our tongues crash like waves on water, blending and sliding around the others mouth, hitting the others tongue like playing a gorgeous guitar rhythm. 

We separate and all we have to do is share one look to know exactly what is going through the others mind, our foreheads connect and we close our eyes, sharing a feeling of relief. 

(a/n. I high key loved this one. I know it might not go down well with some people but I really enjoyed it. I adore the way Paris talks about Grayson and soon you'll see how he talks about her. I also love Xander and writing him as this complete gossip because literally same. Also I'm literally so excited for when Xander finds out she was literally gawking to him about his brothers massive dick and adorable ass. Uploaded extra again because I wanted to. And if you're enjoying Grayson and Paris having their honeymoon stage of their relationship where they're just having sex, cuddling and talking with no troubles then get ready because after the next chapter everything will change. Hawthorne House will change Graris so much.)