Indianna was screaming when she woke up.
Her heart was beating rapidly, and sweat formed on her forehead. She clutched the covers tightly in fear and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to forget about the dreadful night she was attacked.
"Indie!" Greyson shouted, barging into her room and rushing over to her.
As soon as his skin made contact with hers, she immediately relaxed. Her eyes opened, and she looked up at Greyson.
"What's wrong?"
"S-sorry," she whispered. "I had a nightmare about R-Rogue."
"It's fine," Greyson said softly, cupping Indianna's cheek. "Don't be sorry."
She nearly melted under his touch.
Closing her eyes, she let the sparks flood through her body, calming her racing heart. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, and when she opened her eyes again, Greyson's face was only inches away from hers.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
"You okay now?"
Indianna nodded, but her eyes flickered down to Greyson's lips.
"You have a lip piercing," she commented.
"I've always had one. I just never wore it," Greyson shrugged, dragging the piercing between his teeth.
"It's nice," Indianna said, and Greyson smirked.
"Indie, can you stop stalling and just fucking kiss me?" Greyson said lowly.
Before Indianna could reply, he crashed his lips against hers.
A small gasp escaped her as Greyson pushed her back onto the bed, resting his hands beside her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers into his silky hair.
"Sorry about earlier," Greyson murmured between kisses. "I was stressed, and you were being difficult."
Indianna raised an eyebrow and placed her hands against his chest, stopping him.
"Difficult?"
"Don't act surprised, sugar. You know you do everything possible to annoy me," Greyson growled, though a faint smile played on his lips.
"Only because you're an ass."
"I'm not an ass."
"My mistake. You're a cunt."
Greyson's eyes widened slightly before he let out a dark chuckle.
"Such an innocent girl shouldn't be using bad language like that," he said, pulling her closer. "And you shouldn't be so rude to your mate."
"Bite me," Indianna said, rolling her eyes.
Greyson smirked and lowered his head, pressing kisses against her neck and the mark he had left on her.
"Already have," he murmured against her skin.
Indianna narrowed her eyes and tried pushing him away.
"I'm going to sleep."
Greyson smirked when Indianna looked at him expectantly, clearly waiting for him to move.
"Greyson, get off," she groaned.
Laughing, he rolled beside her.
"Don't you have your own room?"
"Yes."
"You should go to it."
"No."
"I'm not sleeping until you get out of my bed."
"Okay."
Indianna narrowed her eyes at him and moved to stand up, but Greyson quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her back down, wrapping his arms securely around her.
"Where do you think you're going, sugar?" he whispered.
She struggled against his hold.
"Get off."
"Nope."
"Ass," she growled.
Greyson chuckled and pinned her arms gently against her sides when she tried to hit him.
"You love it."
Indianna pursed her lips.
She did.
She liked the way she felt when Greyson held her.
Not that she would ever tell him that.