Grayson Clarkee

Grayson sat on the cold metal seat of the bleachers. Cigarette in his mouth, his leather jacket keeping his body warm from the cold. The high beaming lights of the football field on you. Whom he's been watching since you got there in your cheer outfit. Too short and too thin for this cold air. Grayson wanted nothing more then to scoop you up and take you back to his house. Watching you shiver as you practiced for the upcoming game. Grayson told himself and you that your relationship was strictly fucking from the beginning. And it was, until he started staying in your bed later, fixing you breakfast, coming to your performances even if sometimes you had no idea he was there. But strictly sex, right? His eyes followed you as you held yourself. Fuck, you were gorgeous. He couldn't look