I feel Grayson kiss my head and I open my eyes.

"Hey, sleepy head," he smiles softly.

"Hey, my love," I stretch out in his arms.

"You still want to go swimming?" He murmurs.

"Yes," I jump up on the bed.

Mr. Whiskers let's out an annoyed meow and walks away.

"Okay," he laughs. "Let's go to your house to get your swimsuit."

"Mhm," I grab his hand and pull him up. I run to his closet and grab his swimsuit before running back over to him and pushing it into his hands. "Let's go. Let's go. Let's go."

"I'm coming," he laughs again.

We walk out to his car and he opens my door for me.

When he starts driving, I look at his face and smile to myself.

I'm so goddamn lucky.

"What're you smiling at, baby?" He rests his hands on my thigh.

"Your gorgeous face," I breathe.

He grins at me and squeezes my knee.

We pull up to my house and go inside.

He follows me into my bedroom and shuts the door.

I grab my bathing suit and slip it on.

When I turn around, Grayson is smirking at me.

"What?" I bite my lip.

He steps closer to me and wraps his hands around my thighs.

"Gray," I gasp when he hoists me off the ground.

He starts kissing my neck and I let out a little sigh.

He tosses me onto the bed and kisses my stomach.

He moves higher and I can feel the bulge in his pants.

Oh fuck, Gray.

I start pulling his shirt over his head and he grabs my wrists gently.

"We don't have to, Emmy," he whispers.

"Don't you want to?" I murmur.

"Fuck, Emmy, I want to every second of the goddamn day," he says into my neck. "But I don't want you to have to do something you're not comfortable with."

"We've done it before," I shrug, looking away from him.

He takes my face in his hand and turns my head gently.

"You know that's not what I meant," he shakes his head. "I don't want it to trigger you. Or make you feel scared."

I look away from him and blink a couple of times.

"I want to try," I whisper after a minute.

"Are you sure?" He cups my face.

I nod.

"Alright, but I need you to promise me you'll say something if you need me to stop," he brushes my hair back.

"Okay," I swallow.

"Promise?" He tilts his head.

"Yes," I mumble.

"Say it, Emmy," he raises his eyebrows.

"I promise I'll say something," I murmur.

He nods and slowly takes his shirt off.

My eyes flutter shut as he sucks on my neck.

I pull my bathing suit bottoms down and Grayson stares at me, his eyes heavy with need.

He slips his pants off before sliding a condom on.

He nudges at my entrance, waiting for permission.

I nod eagerly and buck my hips at him.

He gently pushes himself inside of me and I moan loudly.

"Fucking shit," he groans, speeding up.

I squeeze my eyes shut and he stills.

"We can stop," he lets out a shaky breath. "I want you to know that it's your decision. We'll stop if you're not comfortable."

I shake my head.

He grabs my hips and flips us over so that I'm straddling him.

I look down at him confused.

"Let's do this the way you want," he cups my face, kissing me before smirking. "Whatever you want to do. You're in charge."

I bite my lip and start rocking my hips.

His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a low groan.

"Fuck," I moan as I feel myself start to get close.

He thrusts himself into me one more time and I come.

I collapse into his arms and he holds me tight, panting loudly.

"That was fucking incredible," he breathes heavily.

"Mhm," I giggle.

My phone beeps and I grab it to check it.

Devyn: Are you still planning on coming to the pool?

I sigh and set it down but it beeps again.

It's a random number this time.

Unknown: I fucking hate you.

Unknown: You know that right?

What the fuck?

"Who's texting you?" He murmurs.

"Devyn," I stretch, not saying anything about the other message. "He's asking if we're still meeting him at the pool."

Emery: Who the hell is this?

Unknown: Who the fuck do you think?

"We probably should go then," he sighs.

"Yeah," I breathe.

Grayson shimmies into his bathing suit and I tug my bottoms back on.

I pull Grayson's shirt on over my head and we walk to his car.

I get in the passenger seat and he starts driving.

I rest my head against the window, grabbing my phone again.

Unknown: Yeah, great idea, just fucking ignore me.

Emery: I don't talk to strangers.

Unknown: I'm not a stranger.

Emery: THEN WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?

"Ready, pretty girl?" He kisses my hand.

"Gray, someone's texting me," I whisper, handing him my phone.

He scrolls through the messages and narrows his eyes.

He types something, and after a couple of seconds, his lips pull back into a snarl.

"It's Jack," he growls.

"What?" I say, my voice barely a whisper.

"This dipshit," he runs his hands through his hair.

We get out of the car and walk to the pool. Grayson sets our stuff down and we walk to the edge of the pool where Devyn, Leia, Aria, and Stella are all hanging out.

Grayson quickly gets in the pool and I sit on the edge with my legs dangling in the water.

"Took you guys long enough," Devyn snorts.

"Fuck off," I mutter.

"Someone's grumpy," Aria laughs.

I look over at Grayson and he's zoning off.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?" Devyn arches his eyebrow. "Are you fighting or something?"

"No," I say, my eyes lingering on Grayson for another second.

"You don't sound convinced by that," Leia tilts her head.

Grayson finally looks at me, his eyes studying me.

"I'm not mad," he says, quiet enough that only I can hear him. "At least, not at you."

I nod.

"I know," I shrug.

"Do you?" He looks back and forth between my eyes.

I swallow and nod again.

I feel four sets of eyes on us and shift uncomfortably.

Grayson sighs and pulls me into his arms.

I bury my face in his neck and he lets out a sigh of relief.

Leia clears her throat awkwardly and scratches her ear.

I twist my fingers around each other and close my eyes.

"We'll give you two a minute," Aria looks back and forth between Grayson and I.

The four of them move away from us to give us space.

"Did I do something wrong?" I whisper when Grayson doesn't say anything.

"What?" He looks down at me, confused.

"I just—I really do feel like you're mad at me," I blink quickly.

"Baby, I'm sorry," he shakes his head. "I'm not mad at you. Not at all."

"Then why do you seem so distant?" I murmur.

"I'm thinking about all the things I want to do to your shitty ex right now," he tries to joke, but I can tell that it really is pissing him off.

"As long as you're not mad at me, you can do whatever you want to him," I grin. "As long as it doesn't get you arrested."

"Is me beating the shit out of him going to get me arrested?" He rests his chin on my head.

"Only if you get caught," I smirk.