Grayson traces your jaw, gently turning your face towards him. There’s a cigarette dangling out of your mouth. He likes the way your lips look around it. “Don’t move,” he says quietly, reaching past you to grab his own cigarette. He brings his face near yours, using your cigarette to light his.

He’s still cupping your jaw, mainly because he wants to be close to you. Which feels silly to him, the two of you just finished that "thing".

You’re both still naked, sprawled in his bed, smoking cigarettes together. It’s not enough. Grayson wants you to be his, not just someone you have sex with. But he’ll never confess. You’re his younger brother’s best friend. He’s aware of Atticus’ feelings for you even if you’re not. He knows he shouldn’t be hurting his brother like this. Is it alright for him to be selfish with you? For once, Grayson isn’t in Atticus’ shadow. You look at him and see him.

“My brother’ll be home soon.” He knows you don’t want Atticus finding out about this. This is probably just sex to you, anyway, even if it means the world to him.