Forever And Ever

57. Emery

"So Grayson really gets jealous?" Leia looks at me.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal," I shrug.

"Because it's cute when guys get jealous," she pushes me playfully.

"It's hot," Rebekah corrects.

"It's hot that he gets jealous that other guys flirt with me?" I stare at her.

"Yes, it is—wait, are you wearing his hoodie?" Leia looks down at what I'm wearing and smiles.

"Yep," I grin at her.

"Hey, Devyn," Leia waves at him and he looks over. "See, Grayson doesn't think it's weird that Emery wants to wear his clothes."

Devyn just shakes his head.

Grayson grins at me and I smile. He turns back and talks to Devyn and I turn back to talk to my friends.

"God, if you don't marry him I will," Rebekah laughs.

I narrow my eyes at her and wrap myself tighter in his hoodie.

"He's mine," I frown. "Fuck off and find your own."

"Not if you don't marry—"

"Beck, leave them be," Joslyn giggles. "You know they're definitely going to get married eventually."

I turn back and look at Grayson. He feels my eyes on him and looks at me.

He tilts his head and I smile softly.

"I love you," he mouths.

Fuck yeah I'm marrying him.

"I love you, too," I mouth back.

"See?" Joslyn giggles again. "You guys are so cute."

"I wouldn't call that cute," Rebekah scrunches her nose.

"I think it's cute," Aria winks at me.

I pull my knees into my chest and smile back.

"Hey, baby," Grayson says into my ear.

I turn around and he sits down on the couch next to me. I scramble into his lap and throw my arms around his neck.

"I missed you," I whisper.

"I missed you, too," he murmurs against my head.

"Emery probably gets jealous too," Rebekah says.

"Fuck off," I mutter, fighting a smile.

Devyn sits down next to Leia and she tucks herself into his side.

He drapes his arm over her shoulder and she rolls her eyes at me.

"This is all he does," she mouths.

I giggle and snuggle closer to Grayson. He kisses my head and Leia sticks her tongue out at me.

"Don't be jealous, Leia," I smile sweetly.

She laughs and rolls her eyes.

"Alright, well, I have to go," Joslyn sighs.

"For what?" I look up at her.

"Party planning," she waggles her eyebrows.

"I told you I don't want a party," Rebekah mumbles.

"It's your birthday, Beck. You're getting a party," Joslyn says over her shoulder before she leaves.

"Is she planning to invite a lot of people?" I murmur.