I can see you by Taylor Swift

Then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell.

TW: Sexual Content

Grayson comes to my bedroom that night and we waste no time undressing each other. As he finishes unzipping his trousers I tear my shirt off. 

He pins me against the wall and kisses down my neck. I finally understand how Harry Potter felt to have his soul sucked out by a dementor. Having Grayson kiss my neck makes me feel dizzy, but not in a bad way. 

We keep kissing until we reach my bed where I let him get on top of me. I reach onto my bedside drawer and start fumbling through the contents of it until I find a condom. 

I roll it on him, "You sure?" He speaks lowly as he kisses down my neck. I nod in response and he doesn't even hesitate to slide himself inside me. 

We become a medley of loud moans of pleasure. The bed creaks loudly as we get rougher and rougher. 

After a few minutes we both cum and collapse next to each other. 

"Holy shit." I say through pants. "You know I always thought after you had sex with one person you'd eventually get bored of them but you always do it for me." I say, bringing a small smirk to Grayson's lips.

"We've only done it like 20 times." He reminds me. He's right, we've not done it hundreds of times or anything but it's only been 51 days since my birthday and since then we've just been going at it consistently. Every time feels more blissful as the last. 

"But each and every time I cum the same as the first time." I say, my cheeks going red once I remember it's probably a weird thing to say. 

"You make me feel things P." Grayson confesses quietly. "Like what?" I ask softly. "Feelings." He furrows his brows for a moment as he stares up to my ceiling. I smile and hug close to him, "You make me feel feelings too Grayson." I laugh.

And we lay there sleeping until the silence is interrupted by the morning birds chirping loudly outside. I wake to find Grayson already awake and staring off out the window, with me draped on his chest preventing him from moving. 

"How long have you been up?" I ask in a croaky voice. "Not long." He assures, his voice sounding clear as if he'd been up for a while. 

He comforts me, brushing a hand gently over my hair. His hand lays resting on my shoulder, his single cold ring sending chills down my whole naked body. 

I take his hand in mine and fidget with the ring, he doesn't ever take it off and I hope he doesn't mind me playing around with it. He doesn't show any signs of annoyance, probably closer to a happy look on his face, not the obvious kind of joy but more the silent blissful feeling that he doesn't really show.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask him whilst fumble with his fingers in my hands. "Fine." He answers flatly. I know Grayson doesn't sleep easily, if he does sleep you certainly know about it. 

"How'd you really sleep Gray?" I say delicately. "I slept for a little but then woke up a few hours ago and couldn't get back to sleep." He admits plainly as if it's nothing at all.

"I'm sorry." I frown sympathetically. "It's not a big deal. I just had some time to think." He tells me. "What did you think about?" I query. 

"Just stuff." He dismisses. I give a little hum in response. He takes the ring off his finger and slides it onto mine. I smile and extend my arm above us, "What'd you think?" I ask playfully. 

"Looks better on you that it ever did on me. Keep it." He hums. My mind goes back to a few months ago when Grayson and I were fake dating and he refused to give me his ring because of sentimental value, and now without even needing to be asked he is telling me to keep it.

"I couldn't do that." I shrug. "Don't keep it then. Just wear it for me. So that every time we're at dinner eating and we can't talk, you just have to look down to your finger to remember all the times I've watched you scream out my name when you cum." He teases.

"Lovely." I comment with a smirk as I admire the ring.

He gives my naked neck a quick kiss before standing up and heading through to the bathroom to shower off. A tingly feeling stays where his lips touched for a moment.

I check my phone, a lot of messages from my roommates asking how things are going with Gray. In response I send a photo of my neck, laced with fresh hickeys. I stand up and look in the mirror.  

My hips have fingerprint bruises, my neck has hickeys, my nipples are swollen and plump due to overstimulation, my lips are expanded and sore from excessive amounts of kissing, my hair is messy, my makeup is smudged, my eyes are a little bloodshot.

I hear a sharp knock to the door and jog to pull the first piece of clothing on as well as my underwear. I end up wearing my oversized sweater which covers most of my thighs. Pulling my hair over my shoulders to cover my entire neck.

I answer the door and find Nash standing there, a puzzled look spreads over his features upon the sight of me. Why is Nash at my door?

"Is Grayson in there?" He asks, "No! Why would he be?" I quickly lie, a little too quickly to the point it's suspicious. 

"Because this is his room?" Nash raises a doubtful eyebrow. I completely forgot this was Grayson's room and not mine. 

"Right. Of course it is. He's in the shower right now. You can come in, I'm sure he won't be long." I rush, trying to subtly kick his boxers from the floor behind me out of sight.  

"We were just studying." I come up with. "Studying the human anatomy?" Nash mutters quietly as he walks inside, inspecting the messy bed sheets. 

"Ha ha." I say flatly, closing the door behind him. I lean uncomfortably on the wall beside the bed as Nash stands arms crossed. 

The shower stops and we both wait in quiet until Grayson re-emerges. 

Moments later Grayson emerges from the shower room in only a towel wrapped around his lower waist. His whole upper body is naked revealing those shiny and wet muscles and Abs. A hickey placed on the side of his neck, another on his lower stomach close to his V-Line, and a final one on his Abs.

He quickly notices Nash's presence and tenses up. "Paris. I didn't know you were still here. I thought we finished.. studying together." He composes himself quickly and happens to make up the same lie as I had. 

"I was just leaving when I noticed your brother." I play along.

Nash looks between us sceptically. "Was there something you wanted Nash?" Grayson asks pointedly as he starts to pick out some clothes for himself. 

"I was going to inform you both that there's a football game tommorow night and our presence is necessary." Nash explains briefly. "That all?" Grayson replies quickly. 

"That's all." Nash nods. 

He glances between us yet again. "Cute hickeys." He smirks at Grayson. Grayson's cheeks redden a little and his eyes widen slightly. 

"Just bruises.. from swimming.. I bruise like a peach." Grayson hesitates, knowing its unbelievable but still trying.

"I suppose Paris does too. Look at her neck." Nash comments. Both boys turn to me and I go bright red. I pull my hair closer to my neck to hide it. I hum in response with a nervous nod.

"I'll leave you two kids to it. Be safe and have fun." He turns on his boots and starts to exit. 

"Wait." Grayson calls out. Nash stops and turns back around with a small smirk on his face. "Don't tell anyone." Grayson warns solemnly. 

Nash raises his hands in defence and walks out again. The door closes and I let out a sigh. Grayson comes towards me and wraps his two arms over my shoulders from the back. 

He places a soft kiss on my temple. I reach a hand up and squeeze his bicep. 

"You think he'll tell anyone?" I ask worriedly. "No. He won't." Grayson says confidently, not a doubt in his voice for his brother.

"Well in that case, we have a football game to get ready for Mr Hawthorne." I smirk and pull my sweatshirt off. 

Grayson immediately pounces toward me and pins me up against the walls. "Hi." I giggle at how close we are. "Hey." He smirks before bringing our lips together for a soft kiss that quickly intensifies to a passionate make out.

(a/n. Hey, I'm thinking about including a little less of the original book for part 3. Obviously Paris would still be there but I'm thinking of just not including certain scenes because i don't feel like Paris is contributing that much to specific scenes because she's only ever just saying 'yeah' or 'no' and it isn't as interesting for readers to read what's pretty much just the original book over and over again with a couple extra lines. Obviously key plot lines will be there but things like side quests are just so unnecessary for the character. But at the same time I don't want her only purpose to be to have sex with Grayson because she's so much more than that (not that there won't be lots pf that) i just want her to have more but less as stupid as it sounds. I also despise Eve and she's in like every scene. Thanks for reading.)