Spectrum

55

Natalia's POV

"Oh my God." I say, looking at the man being dragged into the apartment by Shane.

"He's absolutely fucked right now." He says in a strained voice.

"Nat." I hear Grayson say as he reaches for me.

"Hey, love. are you okay?" I ask, taking his hand and helping Shane get him to the bed.

"Nat, baby." He slurs, running his hand against my cheek in a very drunken state.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, taking his shoes off when he gets to the bed.

"So fuzzy. But good...so good." He slurs.

"He almost puked like three times in the Uber. He isn't feeling good." Shane corrects him.

" Do you want some water?" I ask.

"No!" He exclaims, rolling over onto his stomach.

"Are you good to take over?" Shane asks me, looking at Grayson with concern. "I can stay here if you want to go back to my apartment. He's a lot right now."

"I'm not a lot. You're a lot." Grayson says, pointing a finger at Shane.

"You're a fucking mess." Shane laughs. "Do you want me to stay?" 

"No, no. Go back to your place and get some sleep. I'll take care of it from here." I assure him.

"Be good. Don't give her too much shit." He says, giving Grayson a small pat on the back.

"Love you, man." He mutters into the pillow.

"Love you, too." He calls over. "Give him water. Make sure he drinks it." He whispers to me before leaving the apartment.

"Nat, my baby." Grayson calls, reaching out for me.

"Hi, baby." I laugh, crawling into bed with him.

"I've missed you. So much." He says, hugging me to his body.

"I missed you, too. Did you have fun?" I ask.

"I would have had more fun if you were there." He slurs.

"I'm glad you had a good time." I smile. "I like seeing you like this."

"Drunk?" He laughs.

"Carefree." I add.

"You're so pretty. Have you always been this pretty?" He asks, leaning closer and brushing his lips against mine.

His breath smells like a full bar. It's not a bad thing, but it's completely foreign to me.

"You look pretty good right now, too." I say, kissing him gently.

"Why haven't we had sex?" He asks out of no where.

"What?" I ask, pulling away slightly.

"I want to have sex with you." He says, kissing me once more.

"Wait like...now?" I ask, freezing under his touch.

"I don't think I can lift my body on my own right now. Or get my dick up. I can't feel anything." He laughs. 

"Oh." I mutter, pulling away.

"So, no. Not right now." He adds.

"I don't know what to say right now." I reply honestly. If we're being honest, I've thought about having sex with Grayson more than I'd like to admit. Even before we were together and I had seen him in passing, I always imagined what it would be like to be with him. I'm sure other people look at him and wonder, too. He has a sex appeal that he is completely unaware of.