I woke up feeling something on my neck. Once I realized what it was, or who it was more precisely, I sighed. "Grayson...”

"Yes?" Grayson murmured against my neck before kissing it again. And again. And again.

He woke me up like this quite a lot, but I wasn't going to lie, I loved it.

Well, that was until there was a knock on the front door. Grayson sighed, pulling away from me and laid down on the bed. "Aren't you going to get that?" I asked him.

"Aren't you?" Grayson asked me, giving me his famous pouty look as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

I gave him...