mine, kissing him harder and running my fingers through his hair. He’s let it grow out in the last month and I love it. He constantly has that just-fucked look, and it’s long enough to grab on to when his head is between my thighs.
Beth clears her throat behind us and we break apart, grinning at each other like a bunch of lovesick fools. Sometimes I don’t blame Lennon for not wanting to hang out with the two of us alone. She hates gushy lovey stuff and we are one hundred percent the gushy lovey stuff—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Greyson helps me into the passenger’s seat before he does the same for Beth, helping her into the back. Then we are on our way.
As we pull up to my parents’ two-story brick home in BayShores, a subdivision just outside of town, I can hear the Jaws soundtrack start playing in my head—dun dun… dun dun… I inwardly groan and take Greyson’s hand in mine as we weave our way up the path leading to my childhood home. We don’t bother to knock—we never do—and walk inside.
The house smells fantastic and my stomach rumbles involuntarily. My dad is a great cook, and I am eager to see what he’s made us. My mom must have heard the door because she comes walking down the stairs from their bedroom.
“Happy Easter!” She smiles, and I can’t help but smile back right away. I love my mom.
Her hair is somewhat a mix of Beth and mine. It’s a strawberry blond and cut short. Mom doesn’t bother to spend time fussing over herself, but she still always manages to look perfectly put together. She’s wearing a blue button-down that sets off her dark-brown eyes, a pair of jeans, and the slippers we got her for Christmas.
She reaches the bottom of the stairs and takes turns wrapping both Beth and me in massive hugs. That’s what I love about my family. It doesn’t matter that we saw each other a few days ago. We always welcome each other this way.
“Mom, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my mom, Anna.” He reaches out to shake her hand and I have to hold back a laugh. My mom is a hugger. All us Rhodeses are, but my mother especially.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rhodes,” he says, and she laughs, bypassing his arm and enveloping him in a hug that’s large despite the fact that he’s almost a foot taller than she is.
She pulls out of their hug and gently slaps him on the chest. “Mrs. Rhodes is my mother-in-law, Greyson. Now please call me Anna.”
He smiles back at her, and we all make our way into the living room. The living room and the kitchen are all one large room. It was perfect for us as a family because Dad was always cooking, and this way, we could all be together when he was.
“Hi, Daddy!” Beth and I say at the same time. How very Brady Bunch of us. I laugh to myself, giving my old man a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi there, my sweet girls,” he coos, dropping kisses on our heads. My dad is by no means a small man. He’s well over six feet tall, with jet-black hair and forest-green eyes, just like all three of his children. “And this must be the Greyson we’ve heard so much about,” he says, his voicing dropping into a sterner tone.
It doesn’t bother my parents in the slightest that Greyson is nearly covered in tattoos. Almost all of my guy friends growing up had them, and they love them. The sternness in my dad’s voice doesn’t come from judgment. It only comes from a place of looking out for me.
I proceed to give the same introduction I gave at the door. “Daddy, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my dad, Oliver.”
“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Greyson answers.
“How do you know it’s nice to meet me, Greyson? I could be an absolute asshole,” my dad deadpans.
I feel a little bad for my Hunnam. In my nervous state, I forgot to mention that my dad is an avid fan of teasing people. He also tells the lamest jokes in the world, but we love them anyway. I can tell that Greyson is trying not to look intimidated my by father, and I’ll admit
Beth clears her throat behind us and we break apart, grinning at each other like a bunch of lovesick fools. Sometimes I don’t blame Lennon for not wanting to hang out with the two of us alone. She hates gushy lovey stuff and we are one hundred percent the gushy lovey stuff—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Greyson helps me into the passenger’s seat before he does the same for Beth, helping her into the back. Then we are on our way.
As we pull up to my parents’ two-story brick home in BayShores, a subdivision just outside of town, I can hear the Jaws soundtrack start playing in my head—dun dun… dun dun… I inwardly groan and take Greyson’s hand in mine as we weave our way up the path leading to my childhood home. We don’t bother to knock—we never do—and walk inside.
The house smells fantastic and my stomach rumbles involuntarily. My dad is a great cook, and I am eager to see what he’s made us. My mom must have heard the door because she comes walking down the stairs from their bedroom.
“Happy Easter!” She smiles, and I can’t help but smile back right away. I love my mom.
Her hair is somewhat a mix of Beth and mine. It’s a strawberry blond and cut short. Mom doesn’t bother to spend time fussing over herself, but she still always manages to look perfectly put together. She’s wearing a blue button-down that sets off her dark-brown eyes, a pair of jeans, and the slippers we got her for Christmas.
She reaches the bottom of the stairs and takes turns wrapping both Beth and me in massive hugs. That’s what I love about my family. It doesn’t matter that we saw each other a few days ago. We always welcome each other this way.
“Mom, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my mom, Anna.” He reaches out to shake her hand and I have to hold back a laugh. My mom is a hugger. All us Rhodeses are, but my mother especially.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Rhodes,” he says, and she laughs, bypassing his arm and enveloping him in a hug that’s large despite the fact that he’s almost a foot taller than she is.
She pulls out of their hug and gently slaps him on the chest. “Mrs. Rhodes is my mother-in-law, Greyson. Now please call me Anna.”
He smiles back at her, and we all make our way into the living room. The living room and the kitchen are all one large room. It was perfect for us as a family because Dad was always cooking, and this way, we could all be together when he was.
“Hi, Daddy!” Beth and I say at the same time. How very Brady Bunch of us. I laugh to myself, giving my old man a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi there, my sweet girls,” he coos, dropping kisses on our heads. My dad is by no means a small man. He’s well over six feet tall, with jet-black hair and forest-green eyes, just like all three of his children. “And this must be the Greyson we’ve heard so much about,” he says, his voicing dropping into a sterner tone.
It doesn’t bother my parents in the slightest that Greyson is nearly covered in tattoos. Almost all of my guy friends growing up had them, and they love them. The sternness in my dad’s voice doesn’t come from judgment. It only comes from a place of looking out for me.
I proceed to give the same introduction I gave at the door. “Daddy, this is Greyson. Greyson, this is my dad, Oliver.”
“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” Greyson answers.
“How do you know it’s nice to meet me, Greyson? I could be an absolute asshole,” my dad deadpans.
I feel a little bad for my Hunnam. In my nervous state, I forgot to mention that my dad is an avid fan of teasing people. He also tells the lamest jokes in the world, but we love them anyway. I can tell that Greyson is trying not to look intimidated my by father, and I’ll admit
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