Eden finally opened the door after putting on her glasses. Though her vision cleared a bit, she knew her eyes would start hurting due to the strain. And she would have to tell her parents, too…
“I’m ready,” she called out to Sterling, grabbing her bag and her phone.
(Wait for T?)
(Yup. (:
( e d e n )
(Wait are we just going to do third-person from now on?)
(Probably. Lol. I think it’s easier that way…)
(Yeah. XD
(Aw okay…)
“Babe, what time is it?” Violeta called from the bathroom, applying a thin black line along her eyelid. She screwed the cap back onto the wand and began to button up her shirt, taking her time.
Gray was sitting on the couch, waiting for his girlfriend. Gosh, she took a long time. It didn’t matter, though, because she always blew his mind.
“We’ve got twenty minutes,” he answered back. “How much time do you need, love?”
“Almost done…” I responded, biting my tongue. Should I tuck? Or leave it? “Hey, babe? I need your opinion on something!”
Gray stood up from his seat and made his way towards the bathroom.
“What is it?” He called, stopping in front of the door.
Violeta opened the door for him, tugging on the bottom of her button-up blouse. “Should I tuck? Or just leave it? Maybe I could tie it up?” Frowning a little at her reflection in the mirror, she paused. “Or should I change? I’m not sure I look good in this anymore..”
Gray stared at her with deep intensity before he rested his hands on her hips, pulling her close.
“Tie it up,” he answered. “You’ll look hotter than you already do.”
Violeta’s eyes went wide when he pulled her to him. Slowly, heart pounding, she lifted her shirt just enough to tie it up, exposing a thin slice of waist…. which his thumbs were now brushing.
When he felt soft, smooth and warm skin beneath his fingers, Gray immediately pulled his hands away, pretending he hadn’t noticed as he snaked them around her back.
“Like I said,” he murmured. “You’d look hotter.”
"Not as hot as you…" she whispered, slipping her arms around his middle. "How long did you say we have?"
Enough for a little make-out session?
Gray quirked an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.
“Twenty minutes,” he murmured.
"Long enough for you to kiss me…?" she ventured shyly, biting her lower lip.
“Sweetheart, if I kiss you right now, we might not make it there on time,” Gray started dangerously, running his thumb across her lower lip. “And you might have to fix your clothes afterwards. Such a hassle, right?”
I crumbled beneath even the slightest of his touches. "Please—Gray, you can't do this to me. Please…"
Gray let out a smirk, dipping his head down slightly. Enough to be close to her mouth, but not touching.
“Can’t I, though?” He murmured. “I could just leave you hanging.”
"You are cruel…." Violeta whispered, fumbling for his hand. Once she had a firm grip on it, she raised it to her chest, directly above her wildly thundering heart. "Please…"
Gray’s eyes darkened with need before he finally met her lips, moving them alongside hers gently. He kept them pressed together for a few good seconds, wanting nothing more than to keep them clasped with hers, but wanting to tease her as well.
So once a few seconds had passed, he pulled away and gave her a smirk.
“Let’s go now, sweetheart.”
A whimper left my mouth before I could even think about stopping it. Swaying forward at the loss of contact, I wrapped my fingers around his collar; a weak attempt to tug him back down to me.
(You’re switching POV’s xD)
Gray smirked at her behavior, putting his finger on her lips.
“Wow, someone’s desperate,” he murmured teasingly. “Should I put you out of it, hm? Or should I keep you like this until we get home?”
(shit, sorry, I'm used to rping in first for V
I'll fix it)
"Don't you dare…." I breathed, pressing a desperate kiss to the tip of his finger. "Grayson Jules, don't you dare leave me hanging…"