Daisy Hartley

The café is buzzing with the usual afternoon crowd, but all I can focus on is Gray.
We sit by the corner, tucked away from the hustle and bustle, just the two of us. He leans back in his chair, his dark eyes twinkling as he watches me.
I try to muster the courage to hold his gaze, but my cheeks heat up, and I quickly look down at my cappuccino.

"Is my face that scary?" Gray teases, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

I roll my eyes, trying to hide my embarrassment. "You wish."

His chuckle is warm and infectious.
"I must be, if you can't even look at me."

"I'm just... thinking," I say, grasping for an excuse.

"Thinking, huh?" He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. "About what?"

"Stuff." It's a lame answer, but it's all I've got.
How can I tell him that his presence makes my mind go blank? That his every touch sends shivers down my spine?

Gray's fingers brush against mine, sending a spark through me.
"You're blushing again."

"I'm not!" I protest, even though I can feel the heat in my cheeks.

"Yes, you are," he insists, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And it's adorable."

I bite my lip and look away, trying to hide my smile.
His charm is relentless, and I love every bit of it.

"Alright, if you're not going to tell me what's on your mind, how about I guess?" Gray says, leaning back with a mischievous grin.

"Good luck with that." I challenge, raising an eyebrow.

He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Let's see... you're probably thinking about that time you called me a grumpy asshole."

I snort. "Oh, please. You totally deserved that."

"Did I, now?" he says, his grin widening.
"But seriously, what's up? You've been quiet today." He says.

God how do I tell him I've lied about everything. About us. I fucking can't.

I take a deep breath, fiddling with the edge of my napkin. "It's just... you."

"Me?" he echoes, his grin widening. "What about me?"

"You make it hard to think straight." I admit quietly.

Gray's expression softens, and he reaches across the table to take my hand. "That's stupid...because you do the same to me."

His words make my heart skip a beat, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.
I open my mouth to respond, but the door chimes, and I glance up to see a girl walking in, her eyes scanning the room. She's beautiful, with long, flowing hair and a confident stride.

Gray follows my gaze, and his smile falters for a split second before he looks back at me. "Jealous?"

"Of her?" I scoff, though I can't hide the slight edge in my voice. "Why would I be jealous?"

He chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "No reason. Just checking."

I huff, crossing my arms. "Well, I'm not."

"Good." he says, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Because you have nothing to worry about."

"I know that," I reply, a little too quickly. "Besides, why would I be jealous when I'm the one sitting here with you?"

Gray's smile widens, and he leans closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He says making me smile.

"How about a walk in the park?" I suggest.

"Sounds perfect." He agrees.

We finish our drinks and make our way outside, the afternoon sun casting a golden hue over everything. Gray slips his hand into mine, and I feel a rush of happiness. As we stroll through the park, we fall into our usual banter, teasing and joking like we always do.

"Remember that time I made you the best strawberry shake?" I say.

"Oh please I can make a better one." Gray teases. Knowing it will piss me off.

I roll my eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it." I challenge, grinning up at him.

"Is that a dare?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe it is." I say, my heart racing.

"Challenge accepted." he replies, pulling me closer.

***

The walk to the market is filled with laughter and playful jabs. Gray and I decide to make shakes and see whose turns out better. The stakes are high, bragging rights for the rest of the week.

"I'm telling you, my exotic shake is going to blow your mind." Gray says as we weave through the crowded aisles.

"Oh, please" I say, rolling my eyes. "Nothing beats my berry shake."

We gather our ingredients, Gray picks up mangoes, pineapple, and coconut milk while I load our basket with strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries.
The cashier gives us an amused smile as we bicker over whose shake will reign supreme.

Back at Grays house, we set up in the kitchen, ingredients sprawled across the counter. Gray's confidence is palpable, and I can't help but feel a competitive spark.

"Ready to lose?" he asks, smirking as he peels a mango.

"In your dreams." I retort, blending my berries with yogurt and a splash of honey.

We work side by side, sneaking glances at each other's progress.
The kitchen fills with the sweet aroma of fruit, and I can't help but smile at how ridiculous we are.

Finally, we finish and pour our concoctions into glasses, setting them on the table.

"Moment of truth." Gray says, handing me a straw. "Ladies first."

I take a sip of his exotic shake, and the burst of tropical flavors is surprisingly delightful. "Okay, not bad." I admit, trying to keep my face neutral.

"Now, try mine." I say, pushing my glass toward him.

Gray takes a sip, and his eyes light up. "Wow, Daze. This is amazing."

"I told you." I say, grinning triumphantly.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do." he says, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Declare the winner."

"Me, obviously." I say crossing my arms.

Gray chuckles and shakes his head. "You know what? You win."

"Really?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to argue?"

"Nope." he says, stepping closer. "Seeing you happy is worth more than winning."

"Stop with that, I don't like the sweet you." I say blushing so hard.

"Oh Daze, I know you love it." He says grinning.

His words make my heart flutter, and suddenly, the air between us feels charged. We're so close now, our breaths mingling.
I can see the intensity in his eyes, feel the heat radiating off his body. My pulse quickens, and I know he feels it too.

"Gray..." I whisper, but before I can say anything else, his lips crash into mine.

The kiss is electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. Gray's hands find my waist, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss.
Gray clears the table with one swift motion he tosses every thing on the table down. The glasses on the table clatter to the floor, forgotten.
He lifts me onto the table, and I barely have time to react before his lips are on mine again.
He gets in between my legs and I hook them around his torso.

I lose myself in the moment, my fingers tangling in his hair as he presses me against the cool surface of the table. Every touch, every kiss is filled with a need that mirrors my own. It's intense, overwhelming, and utterly perfect.

Gray pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his breathing heavy.
I can't stop myself. I know I shouldn't do this. But I can't stop.

"Gray I need..." he interrupts me with another kiss. "I know." he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion.
He knows exactly what I need and he's giving it all to me.

He plants kisses from my lips, to my neck, to my chest. He cups my breast and I arch my back.
I can't think. Can't stop.

"I need you closer" I admit. In seconds my dress is gone. His shirt is tossed to the floor. And I go to unbutton his pants.
He's so hard.
And big.

He brings our foreheads together.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks getting my permission.
I nod so fast. It's exactly what I want.

"I want all of you Gray." I say as I arch my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his chest.
His breathing changes.
He leans down, his mouth only inches from mine, a smile plays on his lips. Then he kisses me hard.

I look up at him and draw his bottom lip between mine, sucking before gently nipping him with my teeth.

"You're so fucking hot." His says. He groans before slipping his fingers between my thighs.

"Oh gods." That mouth. I throw my hands back into his hair.

I ride his thrusting fingers.
He curls them against my inner walls and I gasp, my thighs locking around his hips. His thumb strokes my clit, the friction and pressure push me to mindless bliss.

I moan, and he covers the sound with his mouth, kissing me.

He pulls out his fingers and gets in between my thighs himself. Pulling me closer to get a better angle.
He pushes inside a little, and I gasp at the fit.

He takes me completely with one hard thrust. Deep.
He's so deep.

I can feel him everywhere.
"You're perfect" he says now moving, making me go crazy.
I swirl my hips making him growl as he thrusts once. Twice.

God what is he doing to me. I've never felt this way about anyone. He knows how to hit every right spot and I can't get enough of it.

"I'm...almost there." I say barley able to take a breath.

"I've got you. Let it out." He growls and with one last thrust I cry out. His mouth goes to my shoulder planting a gentle kiss. As I release. I've never felt better.

"That was..."

"It was." He says pulling out.

I look around and spot the shakes we just made all over the floor. "We created such a mess." I say getting down from the kitchen counter.

Gray laughs handing me his shirt.
"I don't think I've ever lost control like that." He admits looking at the fruit and spilled shakes on the floor.
Good thing we both feel the same then. Because I've never lost myself like that, ever.

I absolutely hate writing smut scenes, but I'm trying, just for you guys!
Hope I did okay!