I wake up in my bed, Grayson no longer with me. My mind goes back to last night. Part of me wanted him, yet I have to admit part of me used him to try and hide from everything. That is f*cked up. I remember his annoyance at my phone vibrating so much. I grabbed it from his hands quickly and saw the image, I didn't want to acknowledge it, so I turned it off hoping he wouldn't see.
Then, well, even though I wanted Grayson, I wanted him to touch me more to help me drown out that image. To help burn the feeling of his hands off me. Getting showered I get ready for the day, a darkness lingering over me.
Stepping out of the room I feel someone grasp my hand, turning Ashton is smiling at me.
"Morning." He grins at me and I smile back.
"More like afternoon, but sure, what are you up to?" I fee
