After school got let out, I headed to Grayson's house. When I pull into the driveway, there's a car other than the grey Toyota Corolla Grayson drives. A black Honda Civic.

Oh, no. Is that Grayson's mother's car? Am I meeting her for the first time? Does she know he's gay? Wait, there's a pride flag in Grayson's room. She has to know. Does she know about me and her son? Oh, God. Calm down, Reid maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe it's not his mother.

Should I text Grayson first? Maybe he forgot I was coming over and he wants me to wait until his mom leaves.

Just as my thoughts start to spiral, my phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to reveal Grayson's name and picture displayed on my iPhone.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Why are you just sitting in your car in my driveway? Come inside and kiss me," Grayson demands through the phone. The butterflies in my stomach wake up. I glance up and spot Grayson watching me through his living room window with the curtains drawn back.

"Well, creeper, I'm sitting in my car in your driveway because there's a car I haven't seen before at your house."

"My mom's car?"

"I figured."

"Ah," Grayson says like he just put all the pieces together. "So you're overthinking in your car right now. You don't have to worry, Reid. She's cool with us."

"Us?" My heart beat speeds up.

"Sorry," he sounds sheepish. "I tell my mom everything. Come inside."

"Uh," I hesitate. I feel nauseous. What if she doesn't like me?

"Pretty please? I really want her to meet you."

Well how can I say no to that? "Dammit, Grayson, why didn't you warn me? I could've prepared!" Nonetheless, and with a sigh, I turn off my car and step out.

"Yay!" Grayson shouts and I no longer see him in the window. "And don't worry, you look..."

He pauses as I walk up to his door. "Look what?" I say through the phone eagerly.

The line goes dead and the front door swings open. "Cute," Grayson finishes with a smirk. He looks me up and down before a seductive "Mmm," comes out of him.

I'm not too sure what he's saying "mmm" about. I'm wearing black joggers and a white t-shirt. Which he saw me wearing at school.

I roll my eyes and push past him. Seeing Grayson eases my nerves slightly but my mind is still reeling with worry.

I hear the front door shut behind me and Grayson's hand grabs mine and intertwines our fingers. "Thank you for coming inside," he gives me a genuine and stunning smile.

"Thank you for calling me cute," I return, half jokingly but with the same smile plastered on my face.

"Anytime." Grayson gives me a wink. Then I'm dragged to the kitchen.

A young looking woman in purple scrubs is focused on what looks like a recipe through a laptop screen. She has curly brown hair pulled into a messy burn with reading glasses hanging low on her nose. She's thin and short. Grayson must get his height from his father.

Grayson's mother must hear us walk in because she looks up from her laptop and gasps. "You must be Reid!" She exclaims with a smile and in three steps, I am pulled into a hug. "I'm Ms. Clarke, but please call me Becky. Oh, I've heard so much about you!" his mother gushes.

"Okay, mom," Grayson says almost embarrassedly as he tugs the back of my shirt to bring me out of the hug and back to him. Jeez, am I a rag-doll today?

"Sorry, I'm still in my scrubs. Yuck!" Ms. Clarke grimaces and sticks out her tongue.

I chuckle and the anxiety that was flooding through my body drained out of me like murky water. "That's okay. I'm still in my school clothes which I'm positive is far worse," I joke which grants me a chuckle from both of them.

"Ah, you're as cute as Gray described!" Becky basically squeals.

"Mooom," Grayson drags out and actually looks embarrassed with his cheeks flushed and all.

"I'm sorry, it's just you haven't really had friends or a boyfriend since the move, so-"

"That's it, we're going upstairs," Grayson cuts his mother off, taking my hand again and guides me up to his bedroom.

"Dinner will be ready soon!" Ms. Clarke informs us right before Grayson shuts his bedroom door. I try not to think too hard on him locking the door.

Grayson sighs in relief before bringing us to his bed.

"Gray?" I ponder with a smirk and sit down close to him.

Grayson chuckles, his left hand on my thigh, "Yeah, most people called me Gray back in California."

"Oh. Is that what you prefer? Should I-"

"No, I like when you call me Grayson," he tells me then glances at my lips. "Seems like forever since we last kissed."

Just like that, our topic switches, but I don't mind.

My face heats up "well, we are alone..."

"That is true," Grayson murmurs as his right hand smoothly goes to the back of my neck, and his lips are on mine.

My hand is covering the hand that's on my thigh while the other is grabbing his shirt to pull him closer to me. It has felt like forever since we've kissed. I wish I could kiss him at school.

Our position shifts when I scoot back so I'm fully on his bed. I'm leaning back on one elbow while my hand is tangled up in Grayson's brown, shaggy hair from above me.

Grayson's tongue takes dominance over mine and my mind is swimming in lust. All I can think is his hands on my body, the way his mouth feels against mine, the way he makes me feel cherished.

Grayson gently takes my arm that was supporting me and leans me down so I'm flat on his bed. Then his full body is on mine. He kisses me a few more times before moving his mouth to kiss the corner of my lips, my cheek, and down to my jaw. His hand takes hold of my chin by a few fingers and tilts my head to the side giving Grayson better access to my neck.

Fuck, that's hot. It's even hotter when he starts kissing and sucking on my neck.

I want to tear his clothes off and let him tear mine and ravish me. I want him to kiss the rest of my body. I want him.

"Fuck," I pant then an unexpected moan falls from my mouth when Grayson presses his groin onto mine. Grayson brings his mouth back to mine, our lips eagerly dancing in sync with each other.

This needs to stop, his mother's downstairs. But the horny side of me really doesn't want to stop.

Grayson's hand goes to the waistband of my joggers then stops abruptly and he breaks away from our lustful kiss. I'm glad one of us has some self-control. I know I sure fucking don't.

Though the way his blue eyes are gazing into mine, it's clear he did not want to put an end to our make out session.

We're both slightly panting and coming down from our high before Grayson whispers, "that was a fun kiss," with a smile.

"A really fucking good kiss," I add before tugging Grayson's shirt so he falls flat against me. He rolls to my side and pulls me against him so we're snuggling together, me more so on him.

I don't think I've ever been happier and more content than this moment.

Then, a random thought pops into my head, which I speak out loud. "Ya know, you've never technically made us 'official'," I say using air quotes.

Grayson sits up, leaning on his elbows causing me to move to a more comfortable position which is straddling his waist. "I assumed you breaking up with Alyssa and us two kissing a lot afterward made us official," Grayson explains.

"Um, no, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to ask me to be your boyfriend," I say matter-of-factly, but even though I'm joking, the butterflies in my stomach still flutter around at the prospect of him asking me out.

Grayson rolls his hypnotizing eyes but is smiling, "Why can't you ask me out. Considering all the shit you put me through."

My jaw drops. I cross my arms and scoff, "shit I put you through? Um, I don't think so; you're the one who made me go through all your mind games."

A smirk plays on Grayson's heart-stopping face. "You enjoyed my mind games. Don't think I didn't notice you almost kissing me in that stairwell."

The memory of me pressed up against the railing with Grayson so close to me pops into my mind. I did lean in, but instead I stubbornly say, "As if," but I'm sure I'm blushing.

He shrugs, "You know what," the blue-eyed boy pushes me off of him and I'm now on his bed instead of his waist. "I'm not going to kiss you until you ask me out."

I swat his shoulder, "You can't do that!"

Grayson shrugs again, "I just did."

"Two can play at that game," I tell him.

"Oh yeah?" He raises an eyebrow in amusement.

I nod, "you're not nearly as stubborn as I am."

"You know being stubborn is not a good thing, right?" I just shrug. "Well," Grayson pulls me down and is now hovering over me. My heart starts beating out of my chest. This is when his mom calls us down for dinner, but Grayson ignores it as his mouth gets dangerously close to mine, but he stops just a centimeter away, my breath hitches in my throat. "You're not nearly as competitive as I am," he whispers then quickly gets off of me.

An involuntary whimper escapes me from the lack of his warmth. "Where are you going?"

"Dinner's ready. Come on... friend," he winks at me then walks out my door.

My jaw is once again on the floor. Did he just—? Friend. Friend. What an asshole!

I chuckle, shaking my head, before getting off his bed and catching up to him downstairs.

Game on, Grayson.

"And then Gray ran right into a pole! Spilling our Frappuccinos all over himself!" Becky and I laugh while Grayson looks embarrassed beyond compare. Which is fair considering Becky was on her fourth story about her son as little kid.

"Moooom," Grayson drags out, pointedly. "Can you not?" This has the opposite effect, and only makes us laugh harder.

Dinner with Grayson's mom is going way better than expected. I was a little anxious at first when she started asking me every question. You know, the type of questions that boarders 'too personal' but you have to go along with them because you want the parent(s) to like you? Yeah, those questions. But I think I nailed them for the most part. Conversation has been smooth sailing since.

I finish chewing and swallowing my food before I continue at Grayson's expense. "You should've seen him the other day. He was walking to class with his head in his phone and walked right into the doorway!" We both laugh again.

"I was texting you" Grayson defends himself. "So you're the reason why I was distracted."

"You and that damn phone, I swear you couldn't go a day without it." His mom says in that judgmental, parental way.

Grayson rolls his eyes. "Well I have a pretty good story of you slipping on ice when we went to visit Aunt Vivian in Chicago," my boyfriend says matter-of-factly.

"Oh! Do tell!" I implore with full interest. And that's how the rest of dinner carried out. Endless goofy stories about young Grayson, or Becky, and I added my own embarrassing stories.

Though one thing I did pick up on; not once did they mention any other sibling of Grayson. Not even his dad. But he has siblings, right? And his dad is still around? There is so much more to know about Grayson and I can't help but feel like there will never be enough time in the world to hear it all. I just want to learn more and more about this beautiful, blue-eyed, person. My person. I want to know everything.

We all finished our first and second helping of Becky's delicious Chicken Piccata a half an hour before she offered dessert. I reluctantly declined once I saw how late is was and mentioned I should probably head home.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick then I'll walk you to your car?" Grayson offers.

"yeah" I respond with a slight nod and watch him walk down a hallway and enter a door to the right. Becky is gathering all of our empty plates when I turn around. "Oh, thank you. And thank you so much for dinner," I tell her as I collect the rest of the dishes and follow her into the kitchen.

She instructs me to set the dish with the remaining chicken onto the counter and the rest I can put in the sink.

"Thank you, dear," Grayson's mom says.

"No problem." I rinse the last dish then dry my hands off of the towel.

Grayson's mom sends me a soft smile before saying, "I haven't seen Grayson laugh like that in so long. I see why he's so fond of you."

As you can guess, I'm madly blushing. I laugh bashfully, but it fades when her expression turns to sorrow. "I don't mean to come off invasive, but my son means everything to me, so when he mentioned you've been conflicted with your sexuality I got worried. Still am. He's had a tough past year, and I can't bare to see him go through that again. So if you aren't certain about him. Let him go before real feeling get involved."

I swallow hard at that. Great time to go to the bathroom, Grayson. "I..." my voice falters so I close my mouth and try to regain some moisture on my tongue before speaking again. This time with full confidence. "I'm certain about Grayson. More certain than I've ever been," I tell her truthfully.

A small smile brushes over Becky's face and she's about to say something before Grayson interrupts.

"Hey, you ready to go?" I whip around. Grayson's leaning against the doorway of the kitchen.

"Yeah," I turn back to Ms. Clarke, "it was nice to meet you."

"You as well, dear. You're welcome anytime."

We both share a smile before I get the rest of my things, and Grayson walks me out to my car.

Grayson and I linger by the front seat of my car, neither of us wanting leave each other just yet.

"Thanks for being here and meeting my mom. Sorry, I didn't warn you beforehand."

I shrug, "that's okay. I had a good time."

Grayson bites his lips in the hottest way possible while he traces my body with his eyes before they stop to look at mine. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

My eyebrows shoot up. "Wow, so much for competition."

He shrugs then puts both of his pointer fingers through my belt loops and tugs me closer. "I don't know... I guess I'm just... really certain I want to be your boyfriend."

I try not to smile, but it's a losing battle. "I'm certain I want to be your boyfriend too." Grayson shares my smile until I say, "so you heard our conversation?"

He takes a minimal step back, and with a shrug says, "just a little bit."

"Why'd you move here?" I can't help but ask.

I know Grayson told everyone he moved away from California due to his mom's job, but he's been so vague about his past and his family. After his mom mentioned him having a 'tough past year' I can't help but assume Grayson moving here is because of that. And curiosity is drowning me.

Grayson sighs and looks away before turing back to face me. "It's getting late-"

"Grayson-"

"Please, it's... it's nothing. Not tonight, okay?"

"You're right, I'm sorry. It's none of my business anyway." Grayson steps back to give me room as I open the driver's side door and start my car. I shut the door then roll down the window.

My boyfriend walks closer till he's leaning his hands on the opened windowed door. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just... not a happy memory."

"You don't have to explain it. Your past is your past. I shouldn't have tried to pry. You can tell me or you don't have to," I reassure him, but I'm dying to know what happened.

"Thanks," Grayson whispers before looking back and forth to make sure the coast is clear. Then he leans through the window and plants a soft kiss on my lips. "See you tomorrow?"

I nod.

"Drive safety. Text me when you're home."

I did. And then we texted for hours until we realized it was past two am.