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"What? Why?"
"Well my parents went on a lot of trips and they offered to take Jake but they always said that I needed to stay at home to watch over everything. Jake didn't like that and it always ended up being both me and him staying at home, so I never went anywhere," I explain.
One time they went to the Bahamas. Jake and I were so excited about going but when dad told me I had to stay, I was devastated. I already had my bags packed and everything. And I felt terrible that Jake stayed home with me. I knew how excited he was to go and I was the one that held him back.
"Well I'm just going to have to take you everywhere then," he sends me a gorgeous little smile that makes my heart flutter.
He's so sweet.
"Now get your ass over here and let me give you a hickey," he raises his arm calling me over. The love-struck look falls off my face and it's replaced with an unamused one.
I look to Bear and internally plead him to control Grey.
"Don't act like you don't want it," he leans down to the end of the bed and he holds his hand out to me.
"I just know that it'll lead to something that's already happened once today," I reach my hand into his and he pulls me gently onto the bed with him. Why did I still give him my hand if I knew what would most likely happen? Because I'm a crackhead just like him.
He pulls me closer to him and he places my back against his chest. He rests his back against the headboard and I lean my head back onto his shoulder.
"I won't give you a hickey," he mumbles, gripping gently on a strand of my hair and twirling it.
Ijuststraightened my hair. But I let him twirl my hair anyway. It feels nice.
"I'm fucking with you," he leans his head down and presses his lips onto my neck. His tattooed hand travels around to the front of me and before I can even apologize to Jesus beforehand, he grips on my boob.
My boob!
His other hand trails up my neck and tilts my head slightly backward and to the side, giving him better access to the spot where he wants toshow how much of a crackhead he is.
"Grey," I whisper to him quietly. He hums quietly against my neck.
"I love you," I tell him softly. He pauses a split second and I feel his lips turn up in a little smile.
As a part of my bucket list, which I partly forgot about, it says that I need to tell Grey I love him many times during the day, every day.
I'm not too bad at telling him and he's pretty darn good at telling me. But I've just found that I love catching him off guard when telling him I love him.
For example, a couple days ago we were at the restaurant.
Grey, Theo, Oaklee, and Lincoln were in Grey's office.
I busted up in there and interrupted their little conversation without a care in the world. Well, I didn't really have a care in the world because Grey sent me the world's loveliest text.
The text was asking me to get him the coffee that I usually bring him. First of all, in the text he referred to the drink as a drink for (another word for cats).
If I'm being honest it was only making fun of himself because he loves that drink.
The second part of the text was just the regular romantic and chivalrous Grey being himself and it basically said 'hurry up, I want to (effing) feel you up when you get here too.'
After arriving and busting up in his office, he was exceptionally unhappy. Just because those guys were in his office.
So I walked over to him, sat his coffee down on his desk, and gave his heavily frowning face a look.
Then I had leaned down and just ever so softly whispered in his ear that I loved him very much. When I pulled away, his lips were turned up in that smile of his and I felt very accomplished.
Even the guys were making fun of him for actually smiling considering they had pretty much never seen that beautiful sight.
Then Grey proceeded to whisper a reply in my ear.Such a sweetheart.
