Page 93 of Greased

I see another hand wrapped around Pike. Slowly pulling myself up onto my elbow, I find a sleeping and completely naked Sonny wrapped around him.

A chuckle slips from my lips and I can’t help but wish for my phone to capture the moment. Not only does the image warm my heart, it also brings filthy ideas to the forefront of my mind. Ideas I know the boys might not be interested in partaking in; not yet at least.

I know Grace would support my ideas. That dirty bitch loves a good sword crossing scene.

I take another look around the room, knowing there was one more person in here last night.

Dawson is lounged over one of the chairs in the corner of the room. Compared to us on the bed, he is fully clothed. His leather jacket and his boots are the only things he seemed to remove.

Watching him sleep, I’m able to really take him in for the first time in months. I had already burnt his image into my mind from torturing myself with the photos we took together, but it's different seeing them in the flesh. The quality is clearer and more perfect.

While Dawson has always been a grumpy cat, the stress is starting to show on his face. Frown lines sit deep on his forehead even while he is asleep but it's the most relaxed I’ve seen him since I arrived. Like even still during slumber, his worries plague him.

He feels like such an enigma.

Why did he come into the room with the other guys last night when he has been so adamant about making me leave?

Why do I still catch him looking at me from across the room, glaring at me like I’m a puzzle for him to solve?

And why the fuck is he such an asshole when not a single one of us in this room or this organisation alone can change what my future holds? He has known since we were little that this was my role. Was he the same way when we were younger?

My internal monologue of questioning must be loud enough to rouse Dawson as his eyes slowly start to blink awake. I watch as he takes in the room around him.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes before running a hand through his hair.

He pauses for a moment and I watch as he slowly starts to remember the night before. His head shoots up and his gaze immediately connects with mine.

I brace myself for the ire that I have become used to when it comes to Dawson. It seems to shock my system worse when he gives me a small smile. It slowly widens as he takes in the bed situation. I hear him chuckle as he spots Sonny entwined with Pike.

He takes his phone out of his pocket, pulling up the camera app. I hear the shutter go off as he captures the two of them. Before he takes another snap, I make a silly face, making him snigger as I hear the shutter go off again.

He tucks his phone away, before walking over to the bed. He looks down on me and must take pity on me as he slowly starts prying Dacre’s arms off my legs and instead wrapping the limbs around a pillow. I start shifting Nicky’s arms around me, halting when he groans and rolls over. I sigh a breath of relief.

Two down, one to go.

Pike is a little more tricky. Dawson hands me another pillow so I slide it in-between my body and his arms.

I wiggle myself up into a sitting position. Dawson reaches out for me and I take his help as he lifts me out of the tangle of limbs, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

Dawson sets me down on my feet but doesn’t let me go far.

“Morning,” he whispers quietly enough for only me to hear.

“Morning,” I reply in a similar tone.

It takes a moment for Dawson to realise that I’m naked and he’s fully clothed as his eyes roam my body, widening as he sees me.

He takes a step back and looks around the room trying to find something amongst the chaos of the boys stripping off in their haste to get to me. Eventually he gives up, stripping off his own shirt and pulling it over my head.

I’m left stunned for a moment. Not only at the fact that Dawson quite literally gave me the shirt off his back, but the eye candy he’s freely giving me so early in the morning.

Dawson may be a dick but he’s a fucking sexy dick.

“Do you want to go talk?” Dawson asks, keeping his voice low. I look up from his chest and see the vulnerability in his face. It shocks me enough that I don’t question or hesitate in saying yes.

He grabs my hand, silently opening and closing the door before leading me down the hallway to the dressing room.

Pinks’ is completely empty this early in the morning, so I know we are the only ones here.

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