I can see you by Taylor Swift

And I could see you up against the wall with me. And what would you do, baby, if you only knew? That I can see you.

TW: Sexual Content

As I sit beside Grayson, eating my dinner I try not to think about Grayson's presence beside me. Him chewing his food. Him taking a sip of his water. Him gently tapping the table with one otherwise unnoticeable finger in thought.

His hand slides under the table and places itself on my knee, drawing gentle and calming circles. "And was orientation week on campus the same as it used to be?" Zara asks Grayson politely from across the table.

"I can imagine so. A small introduction to the campus itself and then time to explore at our own paces." Grayson answers in response. "Ah yes." Zara nods familiarly. 

A long standing Hawthorne tradition had been to travel for a year then attend an Ivy League. We all nod along as we begin to eat our desserts. 

Jameson and Avery have both skipped dinner tonight in attempts to avoid each other. Ironic.

It originally felt as if my mind was tricking me, but before I knew it Grayson's once comforting and friendly hand is sliding up my thigh. He does it slowly, so I don't notice the change until his hand is already caressing my inner thigh. 

His thumb strokes softly over my upper leg. "So Paris, what was it you were saying earlier about the dance show later on in the year?" Xander asks from the other end of the table. As much as I love Xan for showing an interest and including me in the conversation I'm too distracted by Grayson's hand.

"Yeah the show on Christmas Eve." I nod along, trying to ignore Grayson. 

"And you're one of the leads?" Zara asks suspiciously. "I am." I answer. She gives a hum with a small smile, almost sounding proud. But knowing Zara I know she likely wasn't having a moment of pride. 

"So when do you rehearse?" Xander asks. Grayson's hand slides over my underwear and caresses me over the underwear. 

I turn to face Grayson and he looks around sipping his champagne as if he isn't fucking with my hormones under the table.

"Every day after school for 5 hours." I speak but my voice cracks mid sentence at the butterflies in my chest. Well- in other places too.

Grayson's hand slides in my underwear and all it takes is one graze of the back of a knuckles over my folds to make me jump to my feet. 

"I need the bathroom." My voice quivers as I run out the room. 

I stand outside the room, pacing back and forth in anticipation.

Minutes later Grayson emerges, closing the door behind him. He starts to talk but before he can I march towards him and kiss him ferociously, cutting his sentence off. 

"Were you saying something?" I ask seductively when I pull back for a moment. "No Ma'am." He shakes his head and caresses every inch of my body. 

He slams me up against the wall and kisses down my neck. "Fuck." I murmur, my eyes rolling back a little as he kisses that one place he always knows to be my weakness. I can feel my knees weakening. 

We both know it's a bad idea but our teenage hormones take over.

His hand slides up my dress and starts to roll my underwear down. Before he can even start I stop him, "Are you kidding? Half your entire family are through that door." I hiss warningly.

"Dessert'll take ten more minutes, we've got time if we're quick and quiet." He smirks. I scold him but when his fingers slide inside of me I can't argue anymore and succumb to his touch. 

He pulls my dress up quickly. He doesn't make any time for foreplay as he pulls my lingerie off and throws it down. He rolls on a condom on himself quickly.

"Yeah?" He whispers one last time to be sure. I nod and he immediately thrusts himself inside of me. 

I bite my lip to hold back the moans I so desperately need to produce. He keeps pounding, harder and faster. 

He cums first and I quickly follow.

Just as I'm gripping his back and sweating intensely we both turn around in shock when we hear a horrified shriek. Pearl O'Day – Grayson's Great Grandmother – stands in the doorway watching in horror. 

"Fuck." Grayson mutters to himself and tries to think. "Just go back inside Nan." He begs but by this time everyone else is swarming out to check what's wrong with her. 

Screams and looks of horror can be heard and seen from ever single person. Zara and Constantine wear looks of disgust but I almost catch Constantine's eyes wandering for just a moment. Libby goes white, Nash's face is unknown to me. Xander's mouth is agape in pure shock, Max is folding her lips with wide eyes.

Grayson immediately pulls out and presses his body against mine to cover me up. Everyone stays dead silent as I place my face into Gray's neck in an attempt to cover my face. My very red and embarrassed face. 

"Okay." Libby's voice comes out high pitched in shock. "Get dressed." 

I blink at her, expecting her to leave. She stands there for a moment still in shock, Nash puts his hands on her shoulders and walks her back inside the dining room. Xander and Max go inside as well.

"I think we'll best be getting to bed." Zara announces and walks away with Constantine, helping Nan hobble away to bed as well. 

Once everyone is gone I throw my underwear back on and slouch my back down the wall whilst I wait for Grayson to finish adjusting his crumpled suit. 

"We're so fucked." I sigh as I place my hands in my hair. He takes one of my hands from my face and holds it. "So is this it? Are we telling them?" I ask worriedly.

"Only if you want to. We can just tell them it was a spur of the moment one time thing." Grayson offers comfortingly.

A wave of bravery takes over me, "No. I want to tell them." I nod. A small smile creeps onto his lips. "Yeah. Okay." 

We walk back inside together.

"Sit down." Libby orders firmly. A weird assertiveness I've never seen on her before.  

We both creep towards the seats in front of Nash and Libby. Xander and Max stand leaning against the wall behind them with mischievous smirks.

"Paris, you have a boyfriend at college. I'm so disappointed in you. I know my sister isn't the kind of girl who cheats on guys, especially ones she cares so much about." Libby speaks strictly.

Grayson's finger brushes mine under the table in a way of comfort.

"I know how teenage hormones can be but I can assure you they are not worth losing someone you care so dearly about. And for Grayson Hawthorne? It's hardly worth it – no offence Grayson – but i thought better of my little sister." Libby lectures. 

"Don't say 'no offence' darling. Very much offence Grayson. You are both irresponsible but Grayson I expected better. That kid has a life she's trying to live, the last thing she needs is Hawthorne's doing her life anymore damage. But to hookup with a 17 year old who is in a committed and serious relationship back home and an education to uphold-" Nash starts angrily.

"There isn't a guy." I snap quickly. Both look at me confused. "What are you saying? You mean you made him up?" Xander speaks up from behind, trying to stir the pot teasingly even though he already knows everything. "Stay outta this Xander." Nash warns.

"No. I didn't make him up. There is a guy. And we are in a committed and serious relationship." I fumble over my words.

"So Hayden is real?" Libby questions.

"Hayden is real. He's just not the guy. He never was. I made up the relationship with him so you wouldn't know who the real guy was." I try.

"What are you saying?" Nash asks me. 

"She's saying that I'm that guy." Grayson speaks up. 

Silence.

"Harvard is right next to MAD. We met at a party and one thing led to another- we've been together for almost three months." I admit. 

Libby blinks at us. 

"Grayson is Hayden?" Libby asks confused, furrowing her brows.

I sigh deeply, Grayson and I's knees brush gently underneath the table. "No. Not really. Hayden Greene is one of my roommates. Every time I spoke about him I was talking about Gray but I just said Hayden because we didn't want you guys to know." I explain.

Libby looks between us, the cogs in her brain turning quickly as she processes everything I've just explained. 

"So you're serious about this?" She asks gently, dropping the maternal attitude.

"Really serious." I bite the inside of my cheek. 

"Grayson? You really serious too? Cause if you ain't then you can forget about it cause Paris is a good kid and she doesn't deserve you showin' up as a fuck buddy and denying her of the reciprocation of those feelings." Nash speaks clearly. 

I look over to where Grayson is sitting, genuinely waiting patiently for his answer. His head turns towards me and our eyes meet.

His silver eyes piercing me like a dagger. Every sharp feature sending chills to my spine. His looks are so precise and perfect that sometimes I even struggle to look at him without swooning. 

I can feel my cheeks getting red with his gaze. "I'm serious." Grayson speaks, not even turning to face Nash. "Really serious." He emphasises. It's like we're the only two in the room. I lean forward and place a gentle and very PG kiss on his lips, yet that short kiss was more intimate than anything else I could've done. 

Once our lips separate our faces stay close for a few more moments, simply dwelling in the meaningfulness of our moment. He places a hand gently onto my neck as we pull away from each other. 

His warm hand stays there whilst my eyes dart between his two. 

"Okay. I'm going to pretend that wasn't really weird to watch. We need to have a talk." Libby speaks up. We immediately break the eye contact and he retracts his hand. 

"Isn't that what we're doing?" I raise a brow with a small laugh. "No kid. We need to have the talk." Nash teases.

Xander and Max both start laughing from behind. "Scram you two. Go build a robot or make out. Whatever you two do." Nash hollers.

Max and Xander scurry out of the room in hushed giggles. "Why don't they have to listen to this? You encouraged them to go make out." I protest. 

"They didn't have sex right outside a family dinner in an open and family friendly space." Nash replies in his thick accent. 

"Point taken." I mutter, leaning back into the seat and slouching down. 

"We're going to start with the basics. Do you know what a condom is?" Libby asks with a kind smile as if she isn't talking about sex with us right now.

Grayson cringes with disgust and I slide down my chair with a loud groan. "If you are mature enough to do it together you can be mature enough to listen carefully to this." Nash looks between us. 

I sigh and sit up straight. 

"Yes. We use condoms every time. Grayson pulls out, I'm working on getting an IUD, I know if we ever forget a condom that I have 72 hours to take the morning after pill. We're both safe from STD's. We always ask for consent regardless of how often we do it. We both feel comfortable together. We are both of age and consenting. I feel comfortable to try out new things with him without pressure or fear. I know his body almost as well as I know my own and feel safe around him. We aren't just having sex we're in a serious relationship. The reason we kept it a secret wasn't because we were embarrassed or ashamed of each other it was because back in Massachusetts we had a really healthy relationship and we knew if we took that back with us it would be ruined. We never normally do it that publicly, we're normally very private about it however our hormones got the better of us and we did." I list quickly. 

Grayson nods in agreement with everything I say. "Well I think you pretty much covered everything." Libby speaks in a high voice as she thinks.

"Not quite. We also don't want you to tell Jameson or Avery please." Grayson adds.