Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

“Oh my God,” I said as I scrambled out of Grayson’s hold, smacking my alarm much more harshly than I meant to.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry, Grayson. I—”

“Good morning to you too, Henry,” he grumbled as I threw myself out of bed.

I quickly tried to readjust myself, embarrassment flooding me. I looked at Grayson, fueling up another apology, but all my speech left me when I noticed Grayson’s gaze roving over me, stopping right where I was holding my—

“I’m not a… morning person,” I stammered.

What the fuck?

Grayson laughed, the sound smooth and warm, showcasing his perfect teeth as he sat up, the covers sliding off of him to reveal his perfectly defined chest.

“Could have fooled me,” he said, his gaze flicking back up to my reddening cheeks, then back to my hands still awkwardly shielding my noticeable erection from him.

“It’s not… I didn’t mean to—”

Grayson ran his hand through his dark hair. “Please, don’t be embarrassed. We’re both adults.”

Yeah, single adults.

Who are supposed to be starting fresh!

And not making things awkward!

I was acutely aware that I was once again, making things awkward, but I couldn’t help it. It was like my damn superpower or something.

I swallowed harshly as I looked back at him. “I need a shower,” I mumbled. Clearly with all the blood rushing to my cock, my brain was not working at full capacity.

“Henry…” He sighed as he let his head fall back against the headboard.

I turned around, making a beeline directly for the shower, if only for the space to breathe, to process what had just happened.

Grayson and I… spooned.

Granted we were probably asleep when we gravitated toward one another, but still…

I’d awakened with Grayson’s arms around me and his cock pressed against me, and I didn’t hate it.

In fact, I kind of liked it, if I’m being honest, but I didn’t have time for romantic revelations at six thirty in the morning.

I turned the water on, relieved by the crisp, cool sensation. I braced myself for the shiver, knowing it was most certainly what I needed to wash away all the embarrassment and the desire swirling inside of me like a hurricane.

I quickly washed my hair with the shampoo provided, which smelled like lemongrass and cedar and was actually quite invigorating. After I’d finally finished up, I grabbed my towel, and headed for the main room, doing my best to avoid staring at shirtless Grayson in his boxers, looking like an Esquire magazine spread.

But I was weak, apparently, because the moment I came out to see him, his perfect ass on display, standing there like a Greek Adonis staring at a paper in front of a literal cart of breakfast items, I froze.

Cue Henry Popsicle Mode.

“What—”

“Breakfast is served,” Grayson drawled.

“Apparently, my sister had a spread delivered to all our tents this morning,” he said as he looked up from his paper.

“Oh, well… that’s kinda nice, actually,” I said as I turned my back to him, fishing out a pair of underwear, cargo pants, and an olive green shirt.

“No doubt to make up for the fact we are horseback riding at eight in the morning,” he grumbled.