Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

I gently turned it again, gazing back at the fire, watching as the white sides of the marshmallow turned golden with just the swiftest of motions.

“Not everything is perfect on the first try,” I said softly, pulling back.

Grayson followed my lead.

I dropped my hand, nodding toward the perfectly golden marshmallow, which sported an even color on all sides.

“Some things take time,” I said with a shrug, setting to roast my own marshmallow.

My stomach flipped, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol, or the way Grayson was looking at me.

He assembled his s’more as I finished roasting my marshmallow. Pulling the giant toasted piece of fluff off of the stick, melted marshmallow spread along my fingers. I quickly tossed the sticky, melty confection in my mouth, licking my fingers clean, if only because I hated to feel sticky.

The sounds of Post Malone’s Circles came on over the speakers, and I noticed the rest of the party had decided dancing was apparently a good idea.

Giselle and Aaron wrapped their arms around one another, lost in each other’s eyes, and the rest of the couples followed suit. For a moment, it felt like I was witnessing something private, and the reality of my singleness spread once more.

I hadn’t danced with anyone in years.

Five years, to be exact.

My gaze drifted to Grayson, who was staring into the fire like it held all the answers to the questions he didn’t dare ask out loud.

I mean, it was a dance, right?

It didn’t mean anything. When in Rome and all that…

“We should join them,” I said without thinking.

Grayson turned to me, his gaze studying me. “What did you say?”

“I said, we should join them. I mean, it’s just dancing, right? Fun shouldn’t be something that is only reserved for couples.” I shrugged.

I looked back at him in question. “I mean, unless marshmallows aren’t the only area you’re lacking in skill.”

Why did I just insult him?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I knew the answer to my thoughts as my head was currently spinning.

“That depends,” Grayson smirked as he set his hand on my waist, pulling me closer into his hot, sexy vortex.

I slid my hands up his chest, resting them on his shoulders.

“On what exactly?” I asked, my voice unfamiliar, even to me, filled with a darkness I didn’t know I was capable of.

Grayson’s hand slid over my hip, resting at my back as he gently pressed his palm against me, coaxing me closer.

Pressed against him I could feel everything.

My breath caught in my throat as my own cock sprang to attention against the sizeable outline of his hardness.

“If you’ll let me lead,” he said darkly.

“Maybe that’s what I need,” I murmured, feeling lightheaded as he swayed us back and forth. I leaned against him, staring up at his dark eyes with wonder, drunk and under his spell.

I hadn’t been this close to anyone in a long time, and the reality was slightly terrifying.