Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

Maybe my sister was right. Maybe I wasn’t fit to drive. Maybe I should just relax my seat and take a nap until this fucking existential crisis disappeared.

I’d just about settled on reclining when I heard a knock on my window. I jumped up, noticing Henry on the other side.

Was I hallucinating?

I hurriedly rolled the window down. Against the oncoming night, he looked warm and inviting, chocolate brown eyes and shaggy hair blowing in the wind across his tan face.

His perfect, kissable lips parted just the slightest to tease my already sensitive psyche into oblivion.

Fuck, he was pretty.

But the warmth radiating from his gaze, from his fucking aura, settled something inside me I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“Hey,” he said softly as I gaped at him like a lunatic.

This is becoming a habit.

“Hey,” I said, not sure what else to say. I felt on the brink of something, like at any moment my cracks would split and I’d never be able to piece myself back together.

And Henry must have sensed it too, because his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned into my window just the slightest.

“Someone said there was a guy in a Porsche just sitting here, like casing the joint. They wanted to call the police, but…”

Henry swallowed, his gaze flashing to my lips.

“I kinda had a feeling it might be you, and told Max as much.”

My gaze drifted to his lips, his jaw. The curve of his arm as he leaned against my driver side door.

“You covered for me?” I asked, my voice breathy, desperate.

I hated it.

Henry cracked a smile. “Yeah, I, uh… guess I did.”

“Oh,” I said, like an idiot. Completely dumbfounded by his presence.

“Bad night?” he asked softly.

I leaned back against my seat. “You don’t know the half of it.”

I watched Henry’s lips twist, listened as he tapped his fingers on the outside of my car door.

“I, uh… can give you a ride home. You look like you need it.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes as I looked up at the ceiling. I didn’t really need it. Two drinks wasn’t enough to put me under, but I couldn’t deny Henry’s offer made me want to say yes, if only because I selfishly wanted him in my proximity. I liked being around him, talking to him.

What was happening to me?

I wasn’t usually this… this… messy.

“You’re working, I—”

“Give me five minutes,” he said firmly, pointing at me with his finger like a teacher scolds a child. “Don’t move.”

I held my hands up in mock defeat. Something about the tone of his voice, the firmness of it, made my blood rush and my damn dick twitch.

Not now, buddy!