Blair POV.
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"I'm still not having sex with you" he says. Damn we are still on this. Fine. Whatever. I'm not going to force him, I could easily go get another guy if I wanted. But I didn't, so I won't.

"God" I moan when his hand moves into my inner thigh. I can feel that he wants me as much as I want him, so I don't know what the big deal is. "Fine, we don't have to have sex. But we could do other things." I want whatever I can get out of him. This built up desire for him is suffocating, and even just a taste will simmer it down.

He doesn't reply to me, but instead removes his hands from my waist and latches on to my hand. I grin in excitement. He leads me up the stairs, past the front door. While we past the front door, it opens with Kate walking in. Next to her is a girl named Becca. Both of their eyes widen when I look over my shoulder walking up the stairs. Shit.

Becca is one of Ashlyn's best friends, one of her minions. And she is also known for being one of the biggest gossips in the school. Oh well, maybe they didn't realize it was Grayson. I don't have a reputation of hooking up with guys, so one little rumor is not a big deal to me. But if they found out I was going upstairs with Grayson, Ashlyn would make it her personal mission to make me miserable. And that would be a shit show.

We are down the hall, when Grayson opens up a door with a key. "You have a key to this room?" I ask.

"It's one of Zack's guest rooms but it's practically mine, since no one else stays in it." He explains, "Zack has a room at my house too." I nod understanding. I forget it's different if guys sleep in the same bed then girls. Natalie practically lives in my room and bed when she sleeps over.

I look around the room and take it in. It's a nice room with a queen sized bed, not girly but also not looking like a teenage boys room. It takes me a second to realize the awkward silence in the room. Grayson is just staring at me and I'm returning the stare.

"Oh fuck it" I mumble. I push him against the wall and start kissing him, the hunger finally building up. He groans leaning his head against the wall while I suck on his neck. I leave hot kisses all over his face and neck.

I struggle trying to lift up his shirt. This man is way taller than me and I can't reach all the way up. He laughs and pulls it up without any effort. I stop everything I'm doing and stare. My eyes widen at the sight of his chest. God. This man is so fucking hot. It's as if God himself, hand sculpted this man. "What?" He laughs.

"Nothing I'm just...surprised, you have a rocking body dude." I panted looking him in the eyes.

"Didn't think I would?" He questioned smirking.

"No I did, believe me, but it's even better than how it was in my dream." Oh shit. My eyes widen when I realize what I said. This man does not need to know I dreamt of him.

"Dream?" He raised an eyebrow smirking. Oh shit again. Abort. Abort.

"Not important" I mumble.

"No I want to know more about this dream" he smirked. Is the only thing this man do is smirk? Not wanting to explain I press my lips against him. He laughs, the mother fucker. "No, no, no" he starts to push me back, "I want to hear about it."

Fuck me. Distraction time. I lower my hand and press it against his crotch. "No?" I questioned with a smirk. His eyes roll back and he puts his head against the wall.

"No" he gasps. " I mean yea, fuck, yea." I start to undo his belt. When he stops me. "No sex."

"No sex." I reply eager to do anything and everything else. He grabs my face and continues to kiss me. He moves us to the bed and pushes me down. He hovers over me with a smirk on his face.

"God I hate you" he says.

"I hate you" I pant.

"Liar, you know you love me" he says going down and kissing me. I moan in pleasure. I lift my hips grinding against him. Tired of being on the bottom, I flip him over straddling him. I start to move my hips slowing.

"Fuck" he groans. I lean down and start kissing his neck again. I make sure to leave a trail of hot kisses and bites down his chest, I smile knowing they will leave bruises.

"Are you sure no sex?" I ask grinding again on him. He pushed his head back moaning. His sounds only making me want him more.

"No...s-sex" he groans. I huff. Fine. Dry humping is fine I guess. I will no longer ask. No is no, I get it. But you cant blame a girl for trying.

I move again to try and unbuckle his belt. And no, not to have sex with him don't worry, but for another thing. But then again he stops me.

"I know no sex" I groan.

"Take off your dress" he says.

"What?"

"I want to see your body" ohhh k. "Or I can take it off for you" ohhhhhhhhhh k. Hmmm. I see the hunger and curiosity in his eyes. Do I want him to take my dress off of me? Yes. Do I want to do it myself slowly and watch him squirm? Definitely yes.

He moved us so that he is now out from under me and is leaning against the headboard. I sit up smirking at him. I slowly grab the bottom of my dress and raise it up. It is halfway up when the door is thrown open. Grayson is quick to pull down my dress, covering my underwear.

With wide eyes we turn to see who it is. With wider eyes Noah is staring at us with his mouth open. "No fucking way! Shit! Umm... sorry!" He yells and slams the door closed. "No fucking way!" We hear him say again. We look at each other in shock.

Only a couple seconds later do we both burst out laughing. "Noah just saw me on top of you." I laugh even harder.

"You were about to suck my dick" he laughed.

"Oh shut up!" I grab a pillow and hit him with it. This just makes him laugh even harder.

"Ok mood officially killed." I laugh laying down on the bed.

"Oh common, you were doing a little cute strip show for me." He laughed laying down next to me.

"It was not cute" I huffed grabbing another pillow and throwing it at him "It was sexy." He laughed again. Earning another hit.

"I am way too embarrassed to go downstairs right now" I said.

"We could watch tv?" He suggested.

I gasp and put a hand over my heart. "The Grayson Heart, is asking me to watch tv with him in his room that isn't actually his room" He turns his head to the side.

"Well it's only 11:30, the deal was for us to be friends until the nights over" he said pointing to the alarm clock.

"30 more minutes until we are back to hating each other."

"Yup" he says popping the p.

"So why do you hate me?" I ask turning my body so I'm facing him.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked back.

"Because you hate me."

"I don't hate you, at least right now" he said turning over and facing me. "I mean we are friends at the moment. For at least 30 more minutes." I roll my eyes and laugh.

"Did you have a good childhood?" I asked. He starts laughing at me. "What? Friends talk about their childhoods." I defend my question.

"Let's talk about yours first" he said.

"Ok" I sigh "I had a great one." I turn my head to see him staring at me, fully listening. "It was the kind of one where I played kickball and had water balloon fights and everything."

"Kickball?" He laughed.

"Yes, my mom loved it. She would get all the kids in the neighborhood and even all my cousins to come over. Then we would go to this park right by our old house and all play. I never really liked to play it but I loved to watch. I sucked that's why I didn't like to play, but my mom made sure I was always having a good time. I think she felt bad that I didn't have siblings, so she made sure I was always surrounded by people."

"Were you sad you didn't have any siblings?" He asked.

"Not at the time, I mean I would of loved having one, but I was never sad that I didn't. But right now would be a nice time to have one."

"Your mom passed away, right?" He asked.

"Yea, cancer." I hope he doesn't say the whole I'm sorry thing. I don't know why but for some reason it always makes me mad. Like sorry for what? You aren't actually and it's not your fault, so what's the point of saying it. I was pleasantly surprised by his response.

"Deaths a bitch." I laughed at his answer. "Oh shit, was that the wrong thing to say?" He asked with widen eyes.

"No," I laughed "death is a bitch for sure ."

"What was your mom like?"

"The best, if you could build a dream mom she would be it. She was also the cool aunt, all my cousins would always come over and hangout. Even the neighborhood kids, everyone loved her. Oh! And she was such a great cook, literally could of owned her own restaurant! Even a better baker." I ended up ranting on about her for what it seems like forever. Every time I would check to see if Grayson was actually listening he would be. It was nice to have someone to talk to about it. Natalie doesn't like to talk about sad things, Kate is well.. Kate, I could never bring it up to my dad or else he would get mad, and I'm never able to see my aunts and uncles.

"My mom is kinda like that." He said.

"Yea?"

"She would probably remind you of your mom."

"Could I meet her maybe then? You know if we are ever friends again for a day. This could be a once a month thing, you know." I laughed and he did too.

"Sure" he yawns. Suddenly I also realizing how tired I am and feel my eyes start to close.

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