Grayson carries me to my room and gently sets me on my bed. He walks away to my closet and I start shivering without his body heat. He's always so warm.

"Gray, come back," I pout.

"I'm coming, baby," he murmurs, carrying some clothes over to me. "Put these on so you're not so cold."

"I'm perfectly warm when you lay with me," I say, pulling him back into bed with me.

"I don't want you to get sick, pretty girl," he protests, trying to grab the clean clothes again.

"Fine," I sigh, letting him pull me up.

I change into the clothes he hands me as quickly as I can. Grayson lays down in my bed and I snuggle into his arms. He smiles and starts playing with my hair.

There's a knock at the door and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to scream at whoever is on the other side.

"What?" I groan.

"I need to talk to Grayson," Devyn says.

"Absolutely fucking not," I snap.

Devyn opens the door and comes in.

"Look—"

"I don't want to look at anything—"

"Don't interrupt me," Devyn sighs. "I just came in here to apologize."

"What?" I blink, suddenly confused.

"Did he tell you?" Devyn nods at Grayson.

"Yes," I whisper, trying not to cry again.

"Okay. Well, I'm sorry. To both of you," Devyn turns to look at Grayson. "I don't know why I said that. I know you're good for her. I've seen it. You always take care of her. I was having a shit day and I took it out on you."

"Are you only apologizing now because I chose her?" Grayson says, his voice emotionless.

"No," Devyn shakes his head. "I—I just—look, what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have done it like that. I was just pissed off—"

"Done what like that?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"You remember what I said, right?" He turns back to look at Grayson. "About how she deserves everything? Yeah, well, you've given it to her. You chose her. No one else is better for her than you are."

"Wait, so you wanted me to choose her?" Grayson asks, surprise clear on his face.

"Yeah. And it was stupid of me to do it like that. Seriously, I'm sorry. But I know you deserve her," Devyn says.

I stay silent, not trusting my voice to stay even.

I want to scream at him, but I know it'll just come out in sobs.

Devyn sighs quietly and walks out.

"Are you still mad at him?" I whisper to Grayson.

"I—God, I don't know," he runs his fingers through his hair. "I really wish he wouldn't have done that, but he's still my best friend. I don't know what to feel."

"I know," I breathe into his neck.

"What about you?" He massages my shoulders.

"I'm still pissed at him. But he's my brother," I sigh. "I know I'm not going to be mad forever."

I hear my stomach growl quietly and I start talking, trying to cover it up. "Hey, did you know—"

"Let's go eat, baby," he kisses my forehead, pulling me into his arms before standing up.

"No, I'm not hungry," I protest, trying to climb back into bed.

"When was the last time you ate?" He arches an eyebrow at me. "Last night?"

"Yeah," I lie.

"Don't lie to me, pretty girl," he tilts my chin up.

"I'm not," I whisper.

"What'd you eat yesterday?" He asks.

"Grilled cheese," I mumble, looking away from him.

"You didn't—shit, Emmy. That wasn't yesterday," Grayson picks me up and starts carrying me to the door.

"No, Gray, what are—"

"You need to eat, baby. You can't just starve yourself," he walks outside and sits me down in his passenger seat.

"You don't need to spend any more money on me, Gray. I—I can eat something—"

"Don't, Emmy. You haven't eaten anything in too fucking long for my liking," he starts driving, resting his right hand on my thigh.

"Then let me pay. Please, Gray. I feel bad—"

"Shut up, Emmy," he sighs, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. "I owe you."

"Yeah, you definitely don't owe me. You've spent so much money on—"

"Emmy, that's not what I meant," he whispers, squeezing my hand.

I bite my lip and turn to look out the window.

"I'm not mad at you," I mumble, more to myself.

"You should be," he breathes. "I was an asshole. I don't deserve you to forgive me, not after what I did."

"Gray, I love you," I hear my voice break. "I always will. And I'll always forgive you."

God, I don't know how to make him understand how much I love him. How much I need him.

Grayson puts his hand back on my upper thigh and I feel wet heat pooling between my legs. Fuck, not now. I squeeze my legs together and bite my bottom lip.

"Shit, did I hurt you?" He asks, snatching his hand away. "Did I touch your cuts?"

I forgot about those.

"No," I whisper.

"Then what happened?" He carefully puts his hand back and I let out a small gasp. I really need him now.

"Gray," I plead and I hear him swear under his breath.

"Right now, baby?" He murmurs, using his finger to trace my pant line.

"Fuck," I grip his wrist.

"Baby, you need to eat," he mumbles, his voice heavy with need.

"Can—after? Please?" I gasp as he squeezes my thigh tighter.

He pulls the car over and takes a ragged breath.

"Emmy, what if someone sees us?" He whispers, even as he pushes his seat back and pulls me onto his lap.

"There's no one around right now," I say breathlessly. "There's nobody who lives on this street. No houses. And this street is usually empty. No one's ever here."

He reaches over and opens his glove box, pulling out a condom.

I take my pants and underwear off as fast as I can. I strip off my shirt and bra before reaching down and taking his shirt off too.

I look up at his eyes and find him staring at my thighs.

"Love, it's okay," I kiss his neck.

He pulls his sweatpants off and slips the condom on.

I lean into him and press kisses all over his chest. I hear his breathing quicken and start sucking on a spot on his neck.

He suddenly slips himself inside of me and I moan loudly.

"Fuck, Gray," I cry.

"You feel so good, baby," he groans, his head falling back against the seat. His thrusts get harder and faster.

"Gray," I moan.

He grabs onto my hips, guiding me. He speeds up even more and I cry out again.

"Don't stop," he grinds out, and I can feel him getting close. I lean forward and start kissing his neck again.

"Emmy," he groans loudly as he comes. He fists his fingers in my hair.

"Fuck," I whimper, feeling myself come almost immediately after.