He's Not the Alpha
STRANGER THINGS
It's still dark when I glance out the window, a furnace warming my back and when I turn, I find Grayson still sleeping or pretending to when his eyes slide open finding mine. His hands reach over pulling me closer to him because somehow we're able to be closer than just flesh meeting flesh. My feet draped over his thighs, chest crashing against his flat one, his fingers threading through my hair.
"You're awake. "
"So are you, " He responds.
"You're also still here. "
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