Page 89 of Lessons In Grey

Ifelt heavy and light at the same time, and I wasn’t sure how that could be.

I squeezed my eyes shut and stretched, a groan ripping through me when I felt the soreness that was so clearly Grey still lingering between my legs.

It was the first time in a long time that the soreness in the morning was because of something good. Something solely and purelygood.

I turned onto my back, opening my eyes to the darkness of the room. My head fell to one side, my racing heart stopping abruptly when I found the bed slept in, but empty.

Apparently, I had had a smile on my face because it dropped as soon as I saw the space beside me.

I pushed myself to a sit, pushing back my unrulyhair, taking in the space where he had slept. I hadn’t woken up at all last night. Not even once. I had fallen asleep before he had come to bed and woke up after he had already gone. How had it been, sleeping with him? Even the thought caused my cheeks to heat.

I had slept in the same bed with thisamazingperson, the first time I had ever ‘stayed the night’ with any male person, and I had missed out on all of it.

I sighed, the heaviness settling in as my eyes lifted to his pillow, I wondered how long he had…

My thoughts trailed off when I saw a note resting where his head had been not hours before, a little paper rose taped to the top of it.

I chewed on my bottom lip and reached for it.

Good morning, Emily,

I wish I could stay in bed with you all day. I wish I could ravage your body, cover you in marks until I’ve erased every ounce of pain that has settled under your skin, but alas, I have to go.

It’s not because I need to teach, I’d much rather remain here, watching your body react to mine even in sleep, than be at that insufferable school, but something has happened. It’s too much to explain in a simple note, so I will leave it at this:

Diamond sold drugs to a student who had a kid. That child died early this morning from ingesting it. I have to go deal with it, but I will be back as soon as I possibly can.

Deep breath, Snowflake. Let the pain and thoughts roll off your shoulders. You are free. Have fun, buy as many Christmas decorations as you can to make this space feel fully yours, because it is. This is all yours. Make it yours in every possible way, baby.

The closet is filled with clothes that I bought based off of what was in your closet previously. I wasn’t sure if you had checked yesterday.

You are my everything, Emily. Have an amazing, beautiful, wonderful day filled with new firsts and a fresh start.

It was signed with ‘Grey’ and ‘Rags’, along with a heart at the bottom.

That alone brought a small smile back, imagining him drawing a heart like some kid who had a crush.

I finally pushed myself out of bed and took a long, hot shower before going through my closet. God, I loved all of it.

My dad’s words echoed through me painfully, yet the proof was covering this house. Grey had been to my place once, probably, and we hadn’t even known each other three months now, yet he had gotten it all right. I don’t think I would have gotten it this right.

After a long time of just staring, my heart hammering, I finally decided on an outfit.

A pair of sheer black tights with a stitch pattern that made it look like lacey fishnets, bright white combat boots, a deep red wool sweater with a cowl neck that fell to my thighs, and a soft gray knit beanie pinned to my hair. I put on some makeup to cover up the bruises left on my face, a softer dark makeup with light pink lips, but did nothing to cover up the evidence on my neck this time.

I wanted to see it today. I wanted people toseeme, see what was on my neck, and wonder who did it, even if that thought was followed by a sneer because of how whoreish I looked. Today I was okay with it. Today I felt a twinge of confidence, and I wasn’t ready to let it go.

I finally headed for the kitchen, taking in the place and all that it was, my phone still on the table. I blushed seeing it, fighting the urge to bite my newly glossed lips as my cheeks reddened.

My phone already had two messages on it.

Ash: Did you 2 fuck? I need EVERY detail.

I may be gay, but God, that man is *chefs kiss*

Grey: Good morning, Snowflake, call me

I rolled my eyes at Ash’s message, smiling at Grey’s only for a third message to pop up before I had the chance to hit the call button to Grey.