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You lay in Grayson's lap, a giggling, drunk mess.

It was the night of some other random gala the Hawthorne's had hosted, and your family being close friends of them, you obviously came. Your closest friend was Grayson's half-brother, Jameson. That said numbers about what you were like- daring, impulsive, and reckless; just like Jameson.

The gala ended at midnight. You, completely wasted, had refused to go back home when Grayson found you in one of the libraries, lying on the floor. He carried you bridal style to his wing, gently chiding you along the way.

Grayson let you down on his bed, giving you a glass of water, which you refused to take. With a sigh, he sat down next to you. He listened patiently as you rambled and giggled about nonsensical shit.

Something about this entire situation just pissed Grayson off, though he couldn't place what it was. Maybe because he felt guilty of how bad an influence Jameson was on you. Maybe it was just the way you were his responsibility until you sobered up.

Or maybe it was the fact that you had just started pleading Grayson for kisses.

You rested your chin on his chest, grinning like an actual idiot. "Pleeease?" You started fiddling with the collar of his dress shirt. "Just one kiss? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

He brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. "You don't know what you're saying." he murmurs, gently. "You're piss drunk. And, I'm not going to kiss you."

Though you were really good friends with Jameson, you'd never really talked to Grayson. He had no idea where this was coming from.