FRIENDS
The opened door hastens me to finish dressing myself, turning around to face Grayson with a sheepish smile on my face that falls flat when I don't find him there.
I had originally planned on giving Grayson a hard time, showing a little more skin here or there, before I ended up stripping completely naked, posing in the small mirror like an idiot. But when I heard the heavy steps coming down the hall, I chickened out.
Ridiculous I know, but it was more about him than me. I was starting to miss the fact of having my body to myself, now the child inside me pokes continuously and has taken over my sense of smell, organized regular naps for me. I can't even reach my toes anymore. It's the fatest I've ever been and I'm hungry all the bloody time. Ugh, it's fudging frustrating!
I can't say f***king anymore since Grayson, has been chastising my language and I promised to be better for the child.
Well grant it I just said the word, but it's like trying to be an alternate person and it
