Forever And Ever

65. Emery

I feel Grayson kiss my head and I open my eyes.

"Hey, sleepy head," he smiles softly.

"Hey, my love," I stretch out in his arms.

"You still want to go swimming?" He murmurs.

"Yes," I jump up on the bed.

Mr. Whiskers let's out an annoyed meow and walks away.

"Okay," he laughs. "Let's go to your house to get your swimsuit."

"Mhm," I grab his hand and pull him up. I run to his closet and grab his swimsuit before running back over to him and pushing it into his hands. "Let's go. Let's go. Let's go."

"I'm coming," he laughs again.

We walk out to his car and he opens my door for me.

When he starts driving, I look at his face and smile to myself.

I'm so goddamn lucky.

"What're you smiling at, baby?" He rests his hands on my thigh.

"Your gorgeous face," I breathe.

He grins at me and squeezes my knee.

We pull up to my house and go inside.

He follows me into my bedroom and shuts the door.

I grab my bathing suit and slip it on.

When I turn around, Grayson is smirking at me.

"What?" I bite my lip.

He steps closer to me and wraps his hands around my thighs.

"Gray," I gasp when he hoists me off the ground.

He starts kissing my neck and I let out a little sigh.

He tosses me onto the bed and kisses my stomach.

He moves higher and I can feel the bulge in his pants.

Oh fuck, Gray.

I start pulling his shirt over his head and he grabs my wrists gently.

"We don't have to, Emmy," he whispers.

"Don't you want to?" I murmur.

"Fuck, Emmy, I want to every second of the goddamn day," he says into my neck. "But I don't want you to have to do something you're not comfortable with."

"We've done it before," I shrug, looking away from him.

He takes my face in his hand and turns my head gently.

"You know that's not what I meant," he shakes his head. "I don't want it to trigger you. Or make you feel scared."

I look away from him and blink a couple of times.

"I want to try," I whisper after a minute.

"Are you sure?" He cups my face.

I nod.

"Alright, but I need you to promise me you'll say something if you need me to stop," he brushes my hair back.

"Okay," I swallow.

"Promise?" He tilts his head.

"Yes," I mumble.

"Say it, Emmy," he raises his eyebrows.

"I promise I'll say something," I murmur.

He nods and slowly takes his shirt off.

My eyes flutter shut as he sucks on my neck.