TW: smut, and kinda underage drinking 

Gray dragged me to his car and opened the door for me.

Once we started driving he spoke.

"You changed your hair."

"Do you not like it?"

He smiled, eyes still on the road.

"Love, I like everything you do."

I smiled and looked down.

Once we got to his apartment or rather penthouse, he opened the door for me and led me upstairs.

"You want a drink?" He asked

"Yeah I don't mind."

He poured me a glass of gin and tonic and sat down on the couch beside me.

I took a few sips.

The legal drinking age in the UK is 18 and either way it wasn't my first time.

"You were amazing tonight love."

I smiled.

"I wasn't that good."

He scoffed.

"Don't undersell yourself, you were better than good."

I blushed, putting my drink down.

He looked at me, want in his eyes.

"I missed you so much love."

"Me too Grayson. I'm never fucking leaving you again." I said, wrapping my gloved hands around his neck.

"Don't worry about that my love, for now you just worry about making it up to me." His lips upturned into a grin.

Grayson motherfucking Hawthorne knew how to talk dirty.

"How'd I do that exactly?" I asked smirking.

"Come with me to the bedroom and find out." He said.

I got up to walk but he picked me up like I was a bloody feather and threw me over his shoulders.

I squealed.

"Gray! Put me down!"

"No can do love."

He took me to the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed.

He undid his shit quickly and got on top of me.

I began to slide my gloves off but he stopped me.

"Keep the heals, the gloves and the earrings on."

"Are you-"

"Yes my love, I'm sure."

I did what he asked and he grinned.

"You're such a good girl for me love." He muttered, kissing my neck.

I moaned as I felt him slide off my panties.

He put his fingers to work, making me gasp.

I moved my hands to grab his back, desperate for friction.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

I gasped but relaxed into it and Grayson grinned.

"Does my girl like being pinned down?"

I nodded frantically.

I let out another moan as I felt Grayson's fingers curl.

"Baby, please." I whined.

I felt his fingers slip out of me and I groaned.

"Why'd you do that?"

He slipped off his boxers and I gulped.

"Ready, love?" 

I nodded.

"Words, I need words."

"I'm so fucking ready Gray please!"

He chuckled.

"Needy are we?"

He slammed his length into me and I yelled.

"Gray- my heels!"

My VERY high heels were digging into his back leaving marks all over.

He pressed his lips to mine.

"I don't care love." He said, wrapping my legs around him tighter.

We were a mess of groans and moans.

"Fuck, Gray I'm so close."

"Let go for me love."

I felt myself come down from my high as I removed my legs from his back.

"How was that for an apology?" I asked.

"Best I've ever gotten." He responded.

I laughed and he kissed the top of my head.

"Stay here."

He came back, tissues and a bottle of water in hand.

"I have some shirts you can wear to sleep my love."

I smiled and pecked him.

"You really are enchanting." I told him.

"I was enchanted to meet you." He told me.

I furrowed my brows.

"Did you just quote Taylor swift?"

"Not intentionally no." He laughed.

After we cleaned ourselves up, I threw on one of his shirts which came down to my mid-thigh.

I laid in bed with him, cuddling him.

My arm was around his chest, hugging him like a bear and he had his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Grayson?"

"Yes, love?"

"I love you."

He smiled widley.

"I love you too," He paused for a second. "Be mine again?"

"I never stopped."

"So, does this mean I can call you my girlfriend without fear of scaring you off?"

"Gray, baby, you could be fucking Dracula and you'd never scare me off."

He began kissing me all over my face and neck.

I giggled like a five year old.

"Gray, seriously stop, I need sleep."

"Whatever my love wants, my love gets."

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Grayson's pov

She looked like an angel when she slept.

It was morning, but I didn't want to wake her.

She'd know what today is, I just didn't want to remind her.

"Silver?" She asked, sleepily.

"Sorry love, did I wake you?"

She shook her head.

I saw something flicker on her finger.

"You still wear that ring?"

"How can I not? You gave it to me!"

I smiled at her.

"You want breakfast?" She asked.

"That's alright love." I kissed her forehead.

I had no idea, or rather have no idea, what the hell I'd done to deserve a girl like this.

I kissed her again as I got out of bed.

"Gray, baby."

"Hmm?"

"Don't think I've forgotten what today is."

Fuck!

I felt her wrap her arms around me and I sighed.

"Hey, I'm here okay? I'm here for you. So are your brothers, so are my friends." She reassured.

I faked a smile.

I always hated that day. My mother was never around. My grandfather did the usual rituals. Invest, cultivate, create.

I didn't like the day for two reasons.

1. Jameson's was a day before mine

2. It was another excuse for the old man to push me even harder. For Jamie and I to fight.

"Happy Birthday baby." She wished.

This year was different.

This year I had her in my life. That's all I needed.

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gray and my dad share a birthday lol