"And which guest room will it be, father," I replied, hoping that it was nowhere near my own.
At this, my parents let out hearty laughs and I couldn't help but exchange confused glances with Grayson. I turned my gaze back to my parents and asked them what exactly they were laughing at.
"Well, since you and Mr. Beckett here are engaged, we thought it would be best if you both got accustomed to living with each other," my father replied.
I looked at him, my head tilted, trying to analyze what he had just said.
Hi, conscience. You're bullshitting me, right?
Hi, and no, I'm not.
"What? B-but don't I get a say in this?" I asked my parents, only to see them shake their heads slightly. I quietly agreed, knowing that they had had enough and I had to do what they said. I quietly asked Grayson to follow me, thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
You have nothing to worry abo-
What if he...he rapes me?!
You can't rape the willing, my love.
I suggest you shut your mouth before I poke you to death with a Q-tip.
I smirked to myself when I got no reply. Looking over at Grayson, I told him that he'd be sleeping on the couch in my room.
"Whatever," was all he said.
We got to my room and I quickly darted for my dresser. Grabbing a pair of boxers and a tight fitting t-shirt, I made my way towards the bathroom and changed. When I walked out, I was immediately engulfed by darkness. See, me being half a vampire means that I am a 'creature of the dark'. But I'm afraid of pure darkness. Ironic, isn't it? I quietly made my way to the bed and called out Grayson's name.
"Grayson, would you please mind turning on the light?" I asked, more like begged him. I quickly jumped out of bed as soon as the lights were on and made my way to my dresser. Fishing out a night light, I plugged it in and turned off the lights. I made my way towards the bed, only to see Grayson's sleeping form lying on it. I laid down on the bed on my side and studied his face, smiling to myself. He looked like such an angel when he was asleep.
"I know you want me, but you should get some sleep, love," he said, his eyes still closed.
I huffed to myself and turned around while muttering incoherent words.
"What was that, love?" he asked, pulling me closer to his own body.
"I said that don't get any ideas. And could you get your filthy hands off me?" I said, struggling to get out of his grasp.
"No, go to sleep," was all he said.
Me being tired, I gave up and just went to sleep. Little did I know, Grayson's sleep was being plagued with thoughts of this arrangement and his past.
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This should go well.
Thanks for your patience.
I'll update whenever I can.
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