"But Grant, I like them." I smiled. This was the first time I'd seen Grant wearing glasses. To be completely honest, I didn't even know he had glasses. Grant must've refused to wear them, and hid his contacts. He was embarrassed. I had no clue why. He looked amazing in them. He looked smart, and down to earth. I can't explain why they made him look down to earth, but they did. The glasses also framed his face perfectly.

He shook his head. "I don't believe you." He grabbed the bags out of my hands and opened the door wider. "I lost my contacts; I won't get more until tomorrow."

"Good." I followed him into the kitchen.

He rolled his eyes. "You would enjoy this."

"I told you I like them on you." I reminded him.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll deny it and destroy the evidence." He warned me.

I shook my head. "Grant."

He ignored me and sat the bags on the counter. "What are these for?"

"To fix your room."

He squinted. "It's not broken though.."

"It needs to be homier." I began opening the bags, exposing the paint, lamp, picture frame and other décor. "So, I got some supplies."

He leaned over and examined. "You want to spend all day with me... and paint?"

"Hope you don't have any plans today." I said walking to his room.

He laughed. "I don't now."

"Good cause this could take a while." I walked around his room, planning. I fought it the best I could, but being in the room brought back memories of Grant and I. I took a deep breath. "We're going to have clear everything out to paint."

He walked over to the bed. "Okay, let's start here."

My breath caught. "Okay."

He moved behind the bed and began pushing. "It should fit through the door." I pushed the door as wide as it would go and met Grant behind the bed. The bed just barely fit, but it did. We continued clearing until Grant's bedroom was an abyss. It looked huge without any furniture.

"Now, I'll grab the paintbrushes." I said, walking to the kitchen. I returned with paint and paint brushes. I'd never painted a room before, but I painted my nails hundreds of times. I thought that was good enough. I began painting.

"What is that Rinnie?"

"What is what?" I turned around, paintbrush in hand.

He grabbed my wrist. "First of all, watch where you're whipping that thing. Second of all, why are you painting like you're at a salon?"

I looked down at his hand. "Okay, so maybe this is my first time." I shrugged.

Grant laughed. "Here." He turned me to face the wall and took control of my hands. "Nice even strokes."

"I was doing that!" I protested.

"No, no you weren't Rinnie." I could sense him smiling behind me.

I scuffed. "Close enough."

"You smell good." He said, releasing my hand.

I resisted with all my strength the urge to touch him. "Thanks, I just showered."

"So, you think you've got the hang of it now?"

"I think so." I turned and began painting the way he showed me to the best of my ability.

"You've got it!" He praised me. I felt embarrassed when I looked over to see the spot where he started. His paint job made mine look like an impatient five old had done it. "How'd you get so good at this?"

He shrugged. "I paint a lot of cars, it's pretty similar."

"Makes sense."

He began swiveling the brush into some intricate design. I watched in awe. "Now, to stop messing it up." He chuckled and went to cover up what he'd just done. I raced over and stood in front of him.

"No, keep it." I insisted. "It looks amazing."

He looked at me confused. "It looks like an elementary school art project."

I grabbed the brush from him. "It does not. You have a real talent Grant."

"Yeah, a real talent of looking like a dork." He sighed. He reached for his glasses.

"Leave them on." I scolded him. "If you want to pick up girls, leave them on."

He broke out laughing." You're insane."

I shrugged. "Doesn't mean I'm wrong." I began painting again. An hour later we were finally done painting. "Now we wait till it dries." I yawned. The earliness of this adventure was catching up to me.

"Wait." Grant said, bending down. He began sorting through the paintbrushes. I stood back, waiting. He stood up with a small tip paint brush. "We have to sign our names. Don't want someone else taking credit for our hard work." He carefully signed his name on the freshly gray wall in white. He reached the paintbrush out to me.

I took it and moved to the wall. I signed my name beside Grant's and sat the paintbrush down on a paper towel. "Look at us." I beamed.

"Look at us." Grant repeated, grinning. We admired the paint job a moment. The best part of any project was seeing the end result. No matter how small the project was, the end result was what gave that project a purpose.  It was neat to see the old faint yellow wall turn into a fresh gray and white one.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." I responded, realizing I hadn't eaten anything.

He reached into his pocket and removed his phone. "Pizza?"

"Sure." I exited the room, closing the door behind me. "I'll be back." I said, heading into the bathroom.

"Okay." Grant began dialing the pizza place's number.

I went into the bathroom and began washing my hands. The paint stubbornly came off after a few minutes of intense scrubbing. As I was about to turn to grab a towel to dry my hands, my contact fell out. Grant's not the only one with contact issues, I joked with myself. I bent down and began searching for my runaway contact. As I moved closer to the shower, I saw something black peeking out from under the mat. On top of the black was my contact. I grabbed it. I decided I'd better see what exactly my contact was on top of before I decided whether or not it was reusable. When I saw what it was, I was grateful I'd made that decision. It was a pair of girl's panties. I yelled Grant's name.

"What's up?" He stood in the doorway of the bathroom. I was still on the floor, looking at the panties. I lifted them, touching them with just the tips of my fingers.

"I, umm. I don't think these are yours."

He came quickly beside me. "Oh crap, she must've left them here."

I nodded. "Must've." I handed them over.

He took them from my hands. "I'll let her know they're here."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll want them back. They look expensive." They were pure silk.

He squinted at me for a second and headed out of the room. I tried to gather my thoughts. I told myself not to freak out. Grant didn't do anything wrong. I literally told him it was no strings attached. I had no right to be jealous or feel hurt. It stung, but I wasn't mad. He probably didn't even think I'd care. I dried my hands and went out to meet Grant. The panties didn't come up as we ate, and finished Grant's room. I was curious who's they were, but I didn't want to make things weird by asking him.

"Thank you for doing this." Grant pulled me into a hug.

"Of course."

"Let me do these dishes really quick." He grabbed our dirty dishes and headed into the kitchen.

"I'll do one, you do one." I said, moving towards him. He put out his hand to block me.

"Nope, I've got it. You've already done too much." He didn't give me a chance to respond. He disappeared into the kitchen.

As soon as he turned on the water, his phone dinged. I knew I shouldn't snoop, but I couldn't help myself. I thought maybe it'd be from Alec saying about Vanessa, or Aiden wanting to hang out. I accidently dropped his phone when I saw the message. I'll come by tomorrow to get them, Trish.