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Grayson finally gave up on trying to win you over. He couldn’t keep begging you when you clearly weren’t giving in to him anymore.
But as the days went by, you started to miss the good times. The mornings you spent dancing in the kitchen. The shared showers. The late night conversations. Looking back, the relationship wasn’t all that bad.
You tried your hardest to stay strong, but before you could process what you were doing, the phone was ringing in your ear.
“Hello? Y/N?” Grayson picked up, both confused and relieved. Maybe he knew you’d come crawling back all along.
“Hey,” you didn’t exactly have a plan of action.
“Hey,” you both fell silent.
“I think I may have left my Uh….my pen….at your place,” you mentally face palmed. Your pen? As if you didn’t have hundreds of pens?
“Oh…well, what does it look like?”
“Um, it’s just a black pen…it has like a gel grip,” you made it up.
“I don’t see it, but you can….you can come over and look…if you want,” Grayson knew exactly what he was doing.
So there you were, back in Grayson’s house, pretending to look for your pen.
“I guess it’s not here,” you bit your lip and looked at him, your eyes trailing down to the way his black shirt stretched over his chest and his biceps.
“I guess not,” Grayson smirked when he noticed the way you stared at him. He stepped closer. “I’ll, uh, let you know if I find it, though.”
“Thanks,” you looked around the house. “Where’s Ethan?”
“How…have you been?” Grayson stepped even closer.
“Good…you?” You watched him, eyeing him carefully.
“Good,” he nodded slowly, and you both stood in silence. “Why are you really here, Y/N? Don’t tell me…you miss me?” His eyes twinkled.
“No,” you scoffed. “I told you…I lost my pen. It has a really nice grip.”
“I miss you, too, you know,” Grayson reached up to stroke your cheek but you quickly turned your face away. “Come on, just….let me show you I can be better.”
You looked at him and crossed your arms over your chest.
“This is the last chance,” you finally said, and Grayson gave you a big smile. “But you fuck up one more time, and it’s over. I’m done.”
“I won’t,” he slowly pulled you in for a hug, and you just couldn’t resist. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest.