Grayson sat outside on the rooftop right beside you, his legs outstretched in front of him with parts of his hair in his eyes. The stars seemed to burn a little brighter that night. Looking over at you, a small tipsy smile curled up his lips.

Getting a bit drunk on the rooftop beside his best friend in the middle of the night wasn't necessarily on his plans for the day, but sometimes things had to change. He didn't mind it if he was next to you while doing so. Not to mention the small flirts he was making.

A hand adorned with rings creeped closer to you before settling his fingers between your fingers. He was being just a little smug with it.

"How many times have you been in love?" The question had lingered in his mind ever since he had met you and he could excuse it now since he was a bit drunk.