95 +17 with gray? ugh ur writing is so amazing

thank you so much!! ily!

“Come cuddle” & “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” 

The sounds in New Jersey were a lot different than the sounds of LA. Wildlife replaced the beeping of car horns, and the first few nights it was actually a bit spooky. But you’d gotten used to it - or so you thought.

The way you jumped from a gentle tap on the door gave away that you were still a bit on edge. 

“C-Come in?” Your voice made it a question, and listened carefully to hear the door open slowly. 

Grayson was the one who came in, shirtless and rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. And even though his hair was pointing in 20 different directions, you couldn’t think of anybody more attractive. 

You and Grayson were best friends, and you’d been pleasantly surprised when he asked you to come back to Jersey with him. You were hitting the stage of friendship where there was a possibility of it becoming more, and the thought excited you.

“Gray, it’s 3 in the morning, what are you doing?” You asked, but you weren’t mad in the slightest that he’d woken you up. 

“Stupid fucking frogs,” he grumbles, barely audible.

“What?”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay in here?” His voice was deep and gravely, and it sent tingles all through your body. 

“Laundry room living getting to you? I told you you could have this room,” you teased. It was true - you’d offered the guest bedroom that was yours at the moment to him, but he assured you he didn’t want it.

“Shush and scoot over,” he grumbled, obviously groggy. You obliged, pouting a bit as you ended up on the cold side of the bed and he climbed into the coziest part of the covers.

“You took the warm spot, asshole.”

“Well, come cuddle then, asshole,” he poised, eyes still closed. You jumped on the opportunity, realizing this could very well be the turning point that makes your friendship a relationship. You eagerly moved back over to him and slotted yourself in his arms, wrapping yourself around him, basking in the warmth. 

“Mmmmmm. I could get used to this.” You couldn’t see his face in the dark, but you could tell he was smirking. You traced random shapes with your finger on his chest, suddenly wide awake. He yawned, and when his body relaxed from it he rolled over, arm snaking around your waist and pulling you so your back was to his chest. You swore you felt his press a kiss into your hair, but you couldn’t be sure. 

“This is better than the laundry room, yeah?” 

“So much better, you have no idea.” 

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