Forever And Ever

51. Emery

I cuddle into Grayson's arms as Mr. Whiskers sleeps on top of my stomach.

"I'm going to miss you," I kiss him.

"I'm going to miss you too," he murmurs into the top of my head.

Mr. Whiskers meows and I squeeze him in my arms.

"You smell," I wrinkle my nose. "You need a bath."

I start to get up and Grayson tugs my wrist gently.

"Now?" He pouts.

"Come with me," I intertwine my fingers with his. "You can help me."

He sighs and gets up, following me to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Devyn asks.

"Shower," I say over my shoulder.

"You both don't need to shower—"

"Chill out, Devyn," I roll my eyes. "We're not showering. It's for Mr. Whiskers."

"You don't need to give the damn cat—"

"Hey, don't talk like that," I cover Mr. Whiskers' ears. "There are children present."

"Idiot," Devyn mutters as we walk into the bathroom.

I shut the door and set Mr. Whiskers down. I turn around and look at Grayson. He's staring at me with his head tilted softly. His hair is dry, but it's tangled, and I reach up and run my fingers through it.

He closes his eyes and smiles.

I hop onto the counter and pull him into me. He crashes his lips against mine and grips my hips. I fist my fingers in his hair.

I fucking love the way he kisses me.

Mr. Whiskers jumps up onto my lap and meows loudly. Grayson pulls away, sighing.

"You look so hot," I say breathlessly.

"Mhm?" He smirks. "Why's that?"

I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair again.

"I love the way you look with messy hair," I kiss his nose.

"Yeah?" He rubs his thumb over my cheek.

"Yep. It's—"

Mr. Whiskers meows again like he's trying to get my attention.

I scoop him into my arms and giggle.

"Hey," Grayson pouts, trying to grab Mr. Whiskers. "That's not fair."

I reach up with one hand and scratch his head like a puppy. He grins.

"Oh, my poor little Gray," I tease. "He's not getting enough attention."

"No, he's not," he agrees, sighing dramatically.

"Come on, let's give Mr. Whiskers a bath so I can cuddle you some more," I smile.

"Okay," he kisses my forehead.

I walk to the bathtub and turn the water on. Mr. Whiskers meows and claws at Grayson, climbing up his leg.

"Ow," Grayson hisses, quickly grabbing him.

I fill the tub up a little bit before turning it off.

Grayson walks over and kneels down next to me before setting Mr. Whiskers in the water.

He tries to scramble out but Grayson puts him right back in.

I take my shirt off and climb into the bathtub. Mr. Whiskers climbs into my lap and meows at me.