"I'm so sorry, Mr. Woods," I say quietly. "He—Jack—I dated him. But—but we broke up and he's kind of crazy now, but I'm really sorry. I didn't know that he knew where Grayson lived. I wouldn't—"

"I'm not upset, Emery," Paul says gently. "I just want to know why he was here. That's all."

Grayson holds me a little tighter and I relax into him.

Mr. Whiskers gets up and walks away. Paul watches him but doesn't say anything.

"Are you sure?" I whisper, wringing my hands. "I can—well, I don't know for sure—but I can—"

"Emery, it's okay. Really," he insists. "I'll leave the two of you be down here."

He walks to his room and I wrap my arms around Grayson.

"You're not going to spend time with him?" I look up at Grayson.

"He worked a long day yesterday," he kisses my head. "I think he'd rather just sleep right now."

"Oh okay," I tuck my head into his neck. "Do you think we woke him up?"

"I don't think so, baby," he murmurs.

"Okay," I mumble.

"Can I kiss you?" I bite my lip.

He lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom. He tosses me onto his bed and crawls over me.

"Yes," he says urgently.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He flips us over so that I'm straddling him.

I kiss my way down his neck and he runs his hands over my back.

"Fuck, Emmy," he groans.

"I'm going to miss you, love," I say between kisses.

"I'm going to miss you too," he pulls me into his arms.

"Hey," I try to scramble up. "What are you doing? I'm giving you kisses."

"I want cuddles," he grins.

"Me too," I tuck myself into his shirt and he laughs.

"Emmy?" He says quietly.

"Yes, love?" I look up at him.

"I don't know if I still want to go to New York," he swallows hard.

He sounds like he's about to cry.

"Hey, why not?" I sit up and he puts his head in my lap. "What's wrong, love?"

"I don't want to be away from you," he wraps his arms around my waist.

"Oh, Gray, I know. It'll be okay. You'll be having so much fun you won't even notice I'm not there. You can call me whenever you want," I run my fingers through his hair. "I'll be right here when you get back. I promise, love."

I kiss his head and he exhales.

"I need you with me," he whispers.

"Love, it'll be okay," I kiss his nose. "Besides, if you really need someone to cuddle with, I'm sure you can ask Devyn to pretend to be your girlfriend."

"That's not funny," he frowns.

"It's kinda funny," I smile.

"No," he mutters.

He grabs my hand and sets it on top of his head. I massage his scalp and neck and he falls asleep.

After a couple of minutes, there's a knock on the door.

"Yes?" I call quietly.

Paul peeks his head in and looks at Grayson.

"How long has he been asleep—"

"Not sleepy," Grayson quickly jumps up and tries to stifle a yawn.

"No, come here, love. Lay back down," I grab his wrist and gently pull him back down.

"I was just going to ask if I could talk to you for a minute, Grayson," Paul says.

"Um, yeah—I don't—"

Grayson looks at me and I smile at him.

"Yeah, go. I'll be right here," I kiss his cheek.

He gets up and walks into the hall with Paul.

I shift on the bed so that my back is leaning against the wall.

I pull my knees into my chest and rest my forehead against my knees.

My phone buzzes and I reach over and grab it.

Aria: Did you want me to grab you something?

Aria: If you're planning to stay at Grayson's house, do you want me to grab your toothbrush or something?

Oh, shit. I forgot to grab my stuff.

Emery: Yeah, can you?

Emery: I need clothes and everything.

Aria: Yeah. I'll drop it off in about an hour.

I set my phone down and rest my head against the wall.

Grayson opens the door and comes in.

"Hey, baby," he smiles as he flops down in my lap.

"Hi, love," I kiss his forehead. "What'd your dad say?"

"Nothing much," he stretches.

"I love you," I brush his hair back when he rolls over so that he's laying on his back.

"I love you too, baby," he grins lazily.

He's so cute.

"Gray?" I murmur.

"Yes, baby?" He tilts his head.

"Can I braid your hair?" I bite back a smile.

"I don't think I have enough hair for you to braid, baby, but you can try," he rolls to the edge of the bed and lowers himself to the ground. He sits with his back against the bed and I put my legs over his shoulders.

I start braiding his hair and his head falls back.

"What are you doing?" I laugh. "You're going to mess it up."

"No, I'm not," he wrinkles his nose.

"Gray," I giggle. "Put your head straight."

He smiles at me before putting his head straight.

I finish the braid and put a hair tie in it.

"There. All done," I pat his head.

"Do I look beautiful?" He looks up at me.

"Very," I smile.

I reach over and grab my phone.

"Smile, love. I need a picture of your pretty braid," I kiss his cheek.

He grins up at me and I take a picture.

"So handsome, love," I cup his face and kiss him.

He climbs back onto the bed and leans into me.

"You should kiss me more," he smiles against my lips.

"I should," I agree, pulling him onto me.

He kisses me and I run my fingers up and down his back.

"I love you," I grin up at him.

"I love you, too, baby," he kisses me again.

I trail my fingertips over his abs and he sucks in a breath.

"My dad's home, baby," he swallows, lowering his head to kiss my neck.

"I'll be quiet," I  bite my lip.

"Fuck, Emmy," he nibbles my ear.

"Please?" I whisper.

"Shit," he hisses as he reaches over and grabs a condom.

He strips his clothes off and starts taking mine off.

Once he gets my clothes completely off, he starts kissing down my body. He stops at my thighs and kisses all of my healing cuts.

"Gray," I fist my fingers in his bedsheets.

"I know, baby," he takes my wrist and kisses my palm.

He lets go and quickly puts the condom on.

He nudges at my entrance and I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.

He pushes himself inside of me and I gasp softly.

"Emmy," he groans.

I dig my nails into his back and bite my lip to keep myself quiet.

"I love you," I breathe.

"I love you, too," he pants.

When I feel myself getting close, I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth as I start moving my hips with him.

"Gray," I moan quietly as he speeds up.

"Oh, baby," he grunts.

My moans get louder and he moves my hand away before kissing me.

"I need you to be quiet, baby," he whispers breathlessly.

I nod and bite my lip.

"Gray," I whimper as I feel myself on the edge.

"Fuck," he groans as he finishes with me.