I slowly open my eyes and feel my heart almost shoot out of my chest. I look around me and see Grayson's arm around me. I slowly remove his arm and sit up. I roll up my sleeves since I'm practically sweating and place my hand on the back of my neck.

Grayson stretches before he starts to open his eyes. When he sees me he shoots up and we both look at each other like we've seen a ghost.

"We didn't-"

"No!" I shake my head no. "At least I don't think we did."

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

"Sort of," I answer. I crack my neck and sigh in relief.

Sleeping on a couch isn't as comfortable as it seems.

I ask him where the bathroom is and he points to a door upstairs. Once I reach the top of the stairs I see him disappear into the kitchen again. I turn on the light and glance at myself in the mirror.

Holy fuck.

My eyes go wide once I see how I look. My mascara is all smudged and my hair looks like a bush. Grayson didn't say anything. Did he not say it to make me feel better? Oh my gosh, why didn't he say something? I pull open the drawers in hopes of finding something to remove my make up.

I sigh in relief when I find makeup wipes and take one from the pack. It takes a while to get all the makeup off but I did it. My hair still looks a mess so I run my hands through it and hope for the best. Once I get downstairs I peek my head in the kitchen and see Grayson popping two waffles into the toaster.

Taking a deep breath I walk into the kitchen and smile at him. I sit at the table and turn on my phone. Genevieve blew up my phone.

I turned it off as soon as I got here last night. I scroll through them and feel instant relief when she texted me that she got home safely. The others whereof where was I and why wasn't I picking up the phone. I text her back

Spent the night at Grayson's and not the way you're thinking about it.

I set my phone down when I hear Grayson walking up to me. He places a plate with waffles in front of me and smiles.

"Hope you like waffles." He says.

He brings out different fruits and whipped cream. My personal favorite is chocolate chip waffles with whipped cream and orange juice but I'll let it slide.

"How'd you sleep last night?" He asks.

I chuckle and cut the waffle with the side of my fork. "My neck and back are killing me but besides that, I slept great. How about you?"

"Yeah, my neck feels stiff." He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

"You're a good cuddler for never having a girlfriend." I laugh.

He laughs too and shrugs. "Must be a gift."

The doorknob starts rattling and we both look at each other like we've seen a ghost.

"Fuck." He whispers.

"Shit." I start to turn red in embarrassment. We quickly get up and start putting the dishes in the sink and cleaning up the table.

I quickly open the fridge and start putting the fruits and whipped cream back in when the door opens.

"Grayson! We're home!" A female voice yells out.

Grayson looks back at me and I look at him with sheer panic.

"What the fuck do we do?" I whisper.

"The back door!" He starts race walking to the back door that's near the dishwasher.

I start practically running and I go to pull the door open.

"Grayson? Who's this?"

We instantly freeze and my blood runs cold. We both turn around at the same time and I plaster on a fake smile. When I turn around I see his mom and dad staring at us like we're robbers.

"I can explain!" He blurts out.

His mother's shocked face turns into a smile and then laughter. Grayson and I glance at each other a weird look and she starts walking towards us.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend, Graybear? We would never be mad. Oh my gosh. Steven, can you believe it?" Her eyes are practically teary-eyed.

Also, his nickname is Graybear?

"Elle, give them some space-"

"Mom, she's not my-"

"I'm Elle." She smiles widely and sticks out her hand. I shake her warm hand and smile.

"I'm Selena and uh Grayson isn't my boyfriend. I just came over for breakfast because I just really - - I needed help with a homework question. Grayson's my math tutor actually." By the time I finish my sentence I want to pat my shoulder for how quickly I came up with a story.

"Oh, so you're the girl he's always tutoring? He's always talking about you and how you are-"

"Ok, Mom! Give her some space. She had a rough night and you're overwhelming her." Grayson puts his hand on his mom's shoulder.

She nods and warmly smiles. Her smile is so similar to my mom's. "Sorry. Sorry. I just got excited about the idea of my son having a girlfriend."

"It's not a problem." I smile. "I was actually just about to leave but it was so nice meeting you, Mrs. Taylor."

"Oh please! Call me Elle." She chuckles.

"I'll walk her out." Grayson interrupts and grabs my hand. He starts dragging me to the front door and he opens the front door. We both walk outside and he closes the door behind him.

"I didn't get to meet your dad." I pout.

"Sorry about all of that. They weren't supposed to get home until," He looks down at his watch and his eyes widen. "They were supposed to get home at noon."

"And what time is it now?" I try and peak at his watch.

"It's noon." He gulps.

My eyes widen and I gasp. "But- - I swear it was nine in the morning when I texted Genevieve. How is it noon?! Fuck I'm supposed to be home!"

"I'm so sorry about all of this again, Selena." He apologizes.

"No. Thank you for last night. For letting me come over and everything. I really appreciate it." I smile. I press my hand on my shoulder and get on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

"I'll text you later." I grin and then rush down the steps. I look over my shoulder at him quickly and see how pink his cheeks have turned. I smile to myself as I get into my car. I watch as he walks back inside and sigh loudly.

My life has changed so much in less than twenty-four hours.