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He once again climbs on top of me. He hovers over me and looks all over my face.
"You're beautiful," he kisses my forehead, "are you falling in love with me too?"
I smile softly back at him.
"I am," I nod.
"Remind me when I'm sober," he places his chicken leg on my pillow, making sure it's straight and that it won't roll off.
"Don't put it there, it's greasy," I tell him.
"I'll eat it okay? Want some?" he takes a bite out of it. Bear leans up to us and he tries to sniff it. Grey holds it to himself, possessive over it.
Drunk Grey isn't bad.
Thank God.
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I wake up before him. It takes me twenty minutes but I pry him off of me. He'spassed out.
I brush my teeth, tinkle, and throw my hair up with Bear beside me. I walk into the kitchen and clean all the red solo cups and beer cans, out of habit.
I straighten everything out of place and make Grey abigglass of water when he wakes up. I grab Ibuprofen and take out two for him because I know that his head will be hurting. Or his back will because that's where he landed on it when he fell off the bed last night.
He doesn't do this often though. I know that for a fact. This is the first time I've ever seen him drink and I think it's okay for him to let loose every once in a while.
Toast helps too. Mom always eats toast and fixes dad things like that the mornings after they're up drinking almost all night.
So I fix him some toast. And some for myself. I eat my toast and then grab his, walking back to the room.
I don't turn the light on and I set the plate and his glass of water on the bedside table. He stirs and rolls over to me.
"Are you awake?" I keep my voice soft, to not hurt his head more. He doesn't respond only grips onto my bare thigh with his hand.
"You okay?" I question softly, gently rubbing the arm that's attached to my leg. He pulls the chicken bone from last night out from under the covers and I laugh as quietly as I can.
"Why is this in my hand?" he grumbles, his voice dark and husky.
"You came in here last night with it," he hands it to me and my nose scrunches up as I take it. He sits up slowly and I can't help my eyes that are drawn to his chest.
I sit beside him as he eats the toast and drinks the water. When he's done, he leans over and lays his head down in my lap. Little flurries erupt in my stomach.
"Thank you," he says.
"You're welcome, Sugar."
"Did I call you a burrito?" his eyebrows furrow and I giggle.
"Yourburrito,"I nod.
"You have something to remind me of," he says expectantly and I bite back a smile.
"I'm falling in love with you," I tell him.
"Mhm."
If I'm not already.
