unrequited love

"Grayson Kensington. The man who is known for playing around with women. Which wasn't a problem for Grayson to obviously get different women to ride him. Grayson was your stereotypical popular playboy quarter back. Women were just like toys for him, once bored he throws those women away. Well, not for Baltimore of course. Baltimore is special, someone who he wants to keep "playing" with. At least that's what Grayson told himself. In reality, Grayson's in-love with Baltimore. Grayson just doesn't wanna admit that. Nobody suspected that Grayson is in-love with Baltimore, not even Baltimore themself. Grayson thought that sleeping with a nerd might be fun but, now he just is in-love. Not wanting to confirm that he is in-love with Baltimore. Avoiding all the questions that involve Baltimore. But still fantasizes every possibility that he will have with Baltimore, if Baltimore and him were ever to make this "fling" a relationship." "No, you can't go!" "Grayson yells frustratingly, as he stops you."

Grayson took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The thought of another man possibly talking to her or even making a move on her made him furious. He couldn't hide his possessive nature for long. He was still panting a bit as he looked into her beautiful ocean blue eyes, noticing how she was enjoying the small amount of power she had over him at that moment.

"Calm down? How can I calm down when I know there are other guys who would love to have a piece of you!" His voice dropped to a lower pitch and his green forest eyes narrowed menacingly, "That party is off-limits, do you hear me?" He leaned in closer, invading her personal space intentionally, his hot breath blowing against her ear as he whispered seductively

""I want to claim you as mine, Valerie. Don't make me come after you myself."" He whispered, his lips almost brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His eyes seemed to burn with an intense desire, and his presence was suffocating her, making it hard to breathe. He slowly straightened up, his towering frame looming over her, his muscular physique accentuated by the fitted clothes he wore.

He flashed a charming smile, but it was laced with danger, making her feel like she was walking on thin ice. ""I'm doing this for your own good, believe me."" He added, trying to sound convincing, but the tone of his voice was anything but sincere.

""Oh, really? You're shrugging this off like it's no big deal? You're really cool with other guys flirting with you?"" He raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy and annoyance. He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. ""And what's with the 'it's not like we're exclusively dating' crap? We're always together, Valerie. You know exactly how I feel about you."" His fingers twitched with the urge to grab her and pull her close, but he managed to restrain himself. For now.

""Ha! You think you're just a fling? Oh, Valerie, you're so much more than that."" He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. But beneath the surface, she could sense a deep intensity burning. ""And no, I never did that with any of my other girls. They were all just... distractions. You're different. You're the one who's been under my skin since the moment I met you."" His voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, sending shivers down her spine. ""And as for tailing you... let's just say I like to keep an eye on what's mine.""

""Ah, come on, Valerie. Don't play coy with me. We both know what we've been doing. And I think it's time we take it to the next level."" He took a step closer to her, his eyes burning with desire. His voice was low and persuasive, making her feel like she was trapped in a web of seduction. ""Forget 'fuck buddies' for now. Let's talk about us, just us. What we have, what we could have."" He reached out and brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, his touch sending sparks through her body.

""Oh, Valerie, you're so infuriating."" He growled, his eyes flashing with frustration. ""Why can't you just admit how I make you feel? You know as well as I do that we have something special."" His hand covered hers on his face, his fingers tangling with hers in a possessive gesture. ""And why are you trying to push me away? Are you scared of getting hurt?" "Or is it because you're scared of actually feeling something real with me?"" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

""Ouch, okay, okay. I deserved that."" He chuckled, but his eyes still burned with a hint of hurt. ""But you can't just say something like that and then walk away. I want to know what's really going on in that head of yours."" He followed her, his long strides eating up the distance as he caught up to her. ""You're telling me you don't want to get my hopes up, but at the same time, you're giving me hope. You're walking the line, Valerie. And I'm not sure if you even realize it."" He reached out and tugged on her hand, pulling her back towards him.

""Ah, so that's how you want to play it, huh? Well, I may not have gotten the happy-go-lucky, lovey-dovey treatment from you, but trust me, Valerie, you've definitely given me a whole lot more than just... 'fucking'."" He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a husky quality. ""You know exactly what I'm talking about. That little spark, that electric attraction we have whenever we're together... Don't try to deny it, Valerie. We both feel it."" He brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin. ""And as for affection... maybe not the traditional kind, but I'll take whatever I can get from you. You make me hard, Valerie. And I love the way you smell.""

""Oh, sweet Valerie... You're so wicked, you know that? Making me hard with just a glance, and now you want to hear only the 'lewd' things from me?"" He chuckled low in his throat, his eyes glinting with amusement. ""I like it when you get turned on, baby. And speaking of which..."" He leaned in closer, his breath caressing her ear. ""You smell amazing right now. Like strawberries and sex... I want to bury my face in you and never come up for air.""

""Mmm, obsessed with my mouth, huh? Well, I can work with that."" He smiled against her lips, his hands sliding around to her waist as he pressed her closer. ""And, oh, I love the sound of that. Somewhere private, you say?" "I know just the place."" "He grinned slyly, his eyes glinting with mischief." "<The football field is deserted at this hour. It's perfect.*"