Two weeks later...

I run my hands through my hair, trying to get out any tangles I feel. I'm outside of Grayson's house with his birthday present next to me. I'm wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt that has flowy short sleeves. I grab the gift bag and get out of the car, walking over to Grayson's front door. I'm the only car in the driveway which is strange. Wouldn't his parents want to spend their son's birthday with him?

I ring the doorbell and start to sway from side to side. He opens the door and we both smile. He opens the glass door and grins.

"Happy birthday!" I beam, hugging him tightly. He hugs me back and lets me inside. He closes the door behind him and I look around for his parents.

"My mom got called in for a late shift. My dad couldn't come home last minute." He lets me know.

I nod, holding out his gift bag. "I hope you like it."

He takes the bag from me, digging his hand into the bag. There are only two things in there. He pulls out a hoodie and unfolds it. "Holy shit this is nice."

He pulls the last thing out which is a variety pack of chocolates. He told me that he loves any type of chocolate except white chocolate.

"You didn't have to get me anything." He blushes.

"This is only your birthday present. You'll get your Christmas gift tomorrow." I smile.

His face lights up and before I know it he swoops me off my feet and spins me around. "Thank you. Like really. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, Selena."

I shake it off, "It's nothing."

"Want some cake?" He nods to the kitchen.

I nod. I follow him to his kitchen and see the round cake in the center of the table. There's a slice missing which cuts off the 'Happy Birthday Grayson'.

We both get a slice and make our way to his room. He carefully crutches upstairs while I follow behind, carrying both plates. He turns on a movie on Netflix when we get to his room, as we both eat the vanilla cake.

As I eat the cake I start to feel the butterflies in my stomach again. I glance over at him and see how focused he is on the movie. We quickly finish the cake and continue watching the movie. I excuse myself as I make my way to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me then stare at myself in the mirror.

I take deep breaths. I can do this. I'm surprised I didn't tell Genevieve. I should've so she could've given me advice or something. I quickly wash my hands then head back to Grayson's room. He's throwing away the paper plates into the trash can and smiles once I walk in.

He sits on the side of his bed, scrolling through his phone. I start to take deep breathes as my heart starts to beat faster. Without even thinking I confidently walk over and sit on his lap, resting my legs on each side of him. He stares up at me with a surprised look. He gulps and finally asks, "What's this for?"

I breathe out, running my fingers through his hair. "You remember how I said when times right that we'd kiss?"

He gulps again and only nods. Did I make him speechless? I feel like I'll go speechless any second now.

I lean in closer, our lips inches apart. "I should've kissed you that night at the party. I was just too scared."

"You should've." He copies my low tone. His hands slowly make their way to my hips almost as if he's unsure about what he's doing. I give him a little nod and he fully rests his hands on my hips.

Our lips slowly brush against each other and that alone sends my body into chills. I pull him closer by his neck, gently pressing my lips onto his. He kisses back immediately, tightening his grip on my hips. He closes the small space left between us. Our lips move in sync, our breathing getting heavier. My hands roam freely through his hair, feeling how soft it is.

My body feels the right combination of hot and cold. My insides are burning but my skin is covered in full-body chills. His tongue dances with mine and before I even realize it, I feel my hips grinding against him.

I start kissing down his jawline, trailing my lips down to his neck. I start kissing at the crook of his neck and he hisses. I trail my tongue down his neck, then quickly meet his lips again.

For this being his first time kissing someone, he's fucking good.

Breathless, we both pull away, resting our foreheads against each other. Our breathing comes out as pants. His breath feels minty and cold, yet warm every time I felt his lips on mine.

My hands trail down to his pants. He looks down at my hands and I feel the bulge in his pants. I smile and start kissing down his neck again. I meet his lips again then I try to say as seductively as I can, "Let me make you feel good."

He pulls away from the kiss and pants. "You know I'd never pressure you into any of that stuff, right?"

I start to fumble with his belt, unbuckling it after a minute. "Yes I know. Just let me make you feel good for once."

"Are you sure?" He kisses down my neck, making a small moan escape my lips.

I ignore his questions, dropping down to my knees, pulling his pants down to his ankles. I pull the black hair tie off of my wrist, quickly tying my hair into a ponytail. I pull down his black boxers and try not to look too surprised when I see his length.

I don't know what I expected it to look like when I thought this out last night, but this was not it. It's bigger than I expected.

"Are you sure? We can stop at any time you wa-"

I cut him off by placing his length into my mouth. A deep moan escapes his lips, making me relax a little. I mean even if I did a terrible job, he wouldn't know. This is his first time. At least I hope.

I take my other hand, moving it up and down while I focus towards his tip, swirling my tongue in circles.

I look up at him and see his eyes screwed shut. He's slightly leaning back and his breathing is heavy.

I suck in my cheeks harder and start to slowly bob my head. The reoccurring taste of salt pops into my mouth every few seconds. He curses under his breath a couple of times, making me want to go faster.

"Fuck. Selena if you keep doing that I'll-"

He cuts himself off by releasing a small moan. His hips start to thrust, making himself go deeper into my mouth. I let out a few gagging sounds as I look up at him. He looks concentrated even though he has his eyes closed. I can tell his biting on his tongue.

His hips jerk and he releases a moan. I feel himself come undone in my mouth in short spurts. I try not to think of the salty taste and swallow it. I wipe my hand over my mouth as he pulls his pants up. He buckles up his belt and I sit next to him.

He crashes his lips on mine which catches me by surprise. We pull away and he keeps panting. I kiss behind his ear and whisper, "Happy birthday."

He pecks my lips and says, "Best birthday yet."