Grayson noticed that you had the attention span of a dollar goldfish. Not that he found anything wrong with it, but sometimes he did find it a bit hard to get his point across to you. He was patient. Only for you.

And that was why he waited all this time to tell you that every time he looked at you, his heart clenched and wanted to stop beating in his chest to hand it over to you because it belonged to you.

He watched as you walked past his room, alone, and took that to his advantage. Grayson pulled you into his room, a tad bit breathless. His grey eyes looked at your parted lips and as much as he would love to hear your voice, you needed to hear his.

"Stop, stop. For a second, please. Listen." Grayson didn't want to sound desperate, but he was just a little now.

"Just for once can I have your undivided attention and can you let me be selfish about you?" There was no sugar coating, Grayson didn't want any.