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7:24am
I woke up to the sound of snoring to my left. I slowly turned around trying not to wake up the kind-of-loud snoring person.
Oh my
It was Grayson who was snoring. Why is he snoring so loud?
Wait why are we sleeping on the same bed?
Last night, I was planning on ending our tutoring session at 8:20. But this dumbass- I'm joking he's not a dumbass. I thought he was going to be like those dumb jocks, but nope.
Grayson had no idea what I was really saying. All he did the whole time was stare at the textbook then back at me, blinked and repeat.
After many tries of rewording, he had a little understanding. Then we decided to do some of our homework together.
He was currently laying on his side, his body and face pointed towards my direction. His big, veiny hands that had a silver ring on his pinky and pointer finger, was rested on my stomach. Awe he looked so peaceful and calm, I didn't really wanna wake him up. But whateva, so I poked his cheek.
Poke
Poke
Poke
Poke
Grayson le- wait...am I allowed to call him Gray. That's a nice nickname, I kind of like it. Hopefully he'll let me call him that.
Gray let out a groan and mashed his face into his pillow. Stands of his loose curls were sticking out and it looked really soft. I wanted to run my fingers through them.
Wait- stop that Bri we literally just met him.
He opened his eyes then closed them shut due to the sunlight that was pouring through the windows. He groaned again, opened his eyes, and stared blankly at me.
I blinked at him.
"Uh, I'm sorry I probably accidentally fell asleep last night. I should probably go" I finally broke the silence between us. As I was about to get off the bed, he grabbed my forearm and pushed me back on the bed.
I- this weird feeling in my stomach gots to go.
"No its fine. Let me make you breakfast before you leave." He then walked to the bathroom and left me laying there on his bed. Rude.
And he can cook, oh em gee my ovaries.
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