Grayson: An MM Friends To Lovers Romance

Giselle took her spot, as Riley reset the rack. Mia settled beside me.

“Did something happen? Between you two?” she asked gently.

“Oh something happened,” I murmured. “But, neither of us can really remember what.”

Mia’s eyes widened, her mouth forming an ‘o’. “And that is a bad thing?” she asked cautiously.

I felt my shoulders loosen with defeat.

“I just… I don’t want to be some casual… fling, Mia. I—” I ran my hand through my hair, feeling the heat of my skin as my words spilled out of me relentlessly. I was powerless to stop them.

“You like him,” she said, her voice solid, matter of fact. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah, I do,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

“So then tell him,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I sighed.

“I can’t.” I admitted.

“Why not? That man was pining after you all fucking day, and you can’t even see it, can you?” She huffed.

“What?”

“You are so thick sometimes, Henry. Not everyone is a liar and a cheat like—”

“I know that, Mia,” I snapped.

“Do you? Because it looks to me like you’re living in the past with a ghost instead of living in the moment with someone who is obviously crazy about you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I sighed, fidgeting with my stick. “I fucked everything up, anyway.”

“Then fix it,” she said, as Julie called her to take her turn.

I watched my sister line up her shot, her gaze flashing at me before she struck.

The balls scattered across the green in all directions, and hers slowly crawled to a stop, in the middle.

I passed my stick off to Riley, not wasting another moment. “I’ll be back,” I said, leaving it at that as I trotted off in the direction Grayson had disappeared.

Anxiety still flooded me, but now it was met with something else.

Hope.

I’d been so focused on the fact I’d messed everything up, I hadn’t even given a thought that maybe I could fix it. Apologize for my dumb behavior. Tell him I liked him.

Maybe even… loved him.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I set my gaze on him. He was standing up from a table, where he was with someone and they looked pretty chummy. The man moved to hug Grayson, wrapping his arms around him. Grayson wrapped his arms around the man, and then… and then he kissed him.

My heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight.

“Fucking knew it,” I said, turning around on my heel, only to hear Grayson call out my name.

Tears prickled my eyes as I headed toward the exit, toward the transport concierge.

“Henry, wait,” he called.

I held my sob in the entire ride back to the glamping tent, my fist balled as I felt like crumbling. Just as we arrived, the rain started to pour, and I ran from the transport to the front step as fast as I could to avoid getting soaked.