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And I don’t want it to.
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Unanswered questions
Rosalie
My eyes drift open, adjusting to the light coming from the window.
I look around, trying to figure out where the hell I am.
A groan comes from my side, and I turn my head, seeing Grayson lying beside me. A smile forms on my face when I think of the day we had yesterday. Our adventure together. I came to him looking for him to lose my virginity, and he’s done that, so shouldn’t we have ended it by now? He’s shown me a lot. How to live life dangerously, how it feels to feel truly alive, and that’s all I ever wanted.
But being here with him is all I want now. I want to wake up with him more often. I want him to surprise me with adventures and lessons where I can spend the whole day with him and end the way we did yesterday. I want more time with him.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and curse when I see the time. I’m going to be late for class. I still need to get home and shower and get ready and—
“Hey.” I turn, seeing Grayson laying on his stomach, his face propped up on his arm as he smiles at me.
“Hey,” I say back, sitting up and trying to find my clothes from yesterday.
“Are you in a rush to get out of here or something?” He asks, sitting up on the bed.
I shake my head, still looking for my clothes that he threw across the room yesterday. “No, I’m just late for class.”
He sighs. “Just stay here. You can skip class one day, Rosie.”
I turn to face him. “I already skipped class multiple times. I don’t want to be behind on my assignments.”
“I’ll do them for you,” he says, his eyes drifting down my body, which makes me very aware of the fact that I’m standing in his room buck naked.
I snort out a laugh. “I don’t think you’re used to doing the kind of assignments I have.”
He shrugs. “I’ll figure it out. C’mon, come back to bed.”
I spot my tank top near his dresser and pick it up, pulling it over my head. “Don’t you have class?”
He stands from the bed now while I continue looking for my clothes. “Yeah, so?”
I squint my eyes, turning to face him. My eyes immediately drift down to his crotch, where he’s sporting an erection. I lick my lips. “I can’t have a serious conversation with you when you’re naked. Put some clothes on.”
“Or,” he says, approaching me and tugging at the tank top. “You can get naked and stay in bed with me.”
I shake my head. “Clothes.”
He groans and steps back. “Fine,” he says, picking out a pair of boxers and throwing another to me. He gets dressed while I put on his boxers, and then he crosses his arms. “Go on, talk.”
“You’re smart,” I start. “It’s obvious you’re good at school, Grayson. Why don’t you go to class?”
His jaw clenches. “Because I don’t want to.”
“That’s not the answer I was looking for.”
He shrugs. “That’s the answer I’m going to give you.”
I squint my eyes at him. “Why are you here then?” I ask. “Your mother is Emily Livingston, for crying out loud. If your parents are rich, why do you need money?”
I see his jaw clench again, and he drops his arms, turning around and heading to the bathroom, avoiding my question.
