"Gray" I whisper knocking on the closed bedroom door.

It was midnight and I know I should be in bed but I couldn't get him from my mind. I want him. No, I need him.

I waited a little while and when I heard nothing, I decided to just go in to talk.
Grayson's eyes peeled open and he watched as I walked slowly, carefully towards him.

"What can I do for you?" He asks

"Well" I stand there trying to process my thoughts but I didn't know what to say. He makes me speechless, in the best way possible. "I can't stop thinking about you"

"Hmm, can't say I don't blame ya" he smirks causing me to roll my eyes

"Since that night of the picnic, it's like you're name's been engraved into my brain. Every single second of the day, I spend thinking about you... us"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN US?!" He abruptly asks and I jump a little

"Um, earlier you called me gorgeous. The picnic you said all that s-stuff, you were the one who's helpe-" I drifted off, suddenly realising how stupid I sound.

Grayson doesn't like me.

Grayson POV:
I like her. I really like her.
She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I've been on this earth for a very long time. She has fun rushing through her veins and it makes me addicted. The way she sticks up for herself, her sassy confidence. The way she scrunches her nose when she sees something she doesn't like. When I stare into her eyes and they sparkle, ignited by flames. She's a goddess. The heiress to my heart, but I can't be with her.

"Look Alexa, you've became a huge part of this family. Ethan and I care a great deal about you" I explain "you're like a sister to us both. We want nothing more than for you to be happy."

She doesn't say anything, just remains staring down at the ground a blank expression etched on her smooth pale flesh.

After a couple minutes silence, she clears her throat.

"I, um, I should get back to my room"

I watch as she turns around, hugging her shivering frame.

"Alexa" I call out before I could stop myself "Would you like to sleep in here tonight?"

She nods her head and rushes into my bed, pulling the duvet up to her nose and she sinks into the pillows.

"Thanks Gray" she whispers and I can hear the pain in her voice.

I can hear her thoughts...

Why am I never enough?

But she is. She always has been. I just, I can't love her.

There can't be an us.

I sigh and stare up at the ceiling.

Maybe in another life Alexa, a better one. An us could exist and we can be happy. Happier than we've ever been.