I've been thinking so so much about Grayson kissing you for the first time. Like the tension, the flustered mess she might get if she notices how much you want that too, but brush that away to finally have you in her lips like she would die if she waited one more second.
How soft and delicious her lips and mouth would taste, so intoxicating and addicting, the faint bitterness of tobacco mixed with her whiskey, adding the sweetness of the chocolate that you were feeding into her mouth moments before. Just feeling her lips curl into a smile when she notices how you melt into her and the burning desire once she gropes and holds you by your waist.











