Griffin's POV
I'm sitting in my Geology class and Graham is next to me. This is the only class we have together. His eyes never stray from the professor and his hand is always writing. He's a good student. I can't keep my eyes off of him. I'm going to fail this class if I don't get it together and concentrate.
The professor breaks from his lecture to set-up a video he wants to show us. Graham glances over to me and catches me watching him.
He leans his shoulder into me and asks, "What are you looking at?"
I lean into him and say, "You."
He looks down at my notebook. It is blank.
He presses his face into the side of my head and speaks softly in my ear.
"Good. I'll take notes for both of us."
I hear a giggle. It's coming from behind us.
I jerk my head around and there is a girl sitting behind us. Graham turns around, too.
She has long brown hair and big blue eyes. She leans forward and says to us very quietly,
"Sorry. You guys are so cute. You remind me of my brother and his boyfriend."
Graham grins at me and then at her. I'm frozen. How does she know?
She notices my discomfort.
"Oh, sorry, "she says, "I guess I misinterpreted things."
I raise my head. She is smiling at me. This is it. I'm going to come out.
I smile back at her and say, "No, you didn't. I'm Griffin and this my friend, Graham."
She raises her eyebrows and looks at me and then at Graham.
"Oh, just friends?" she asks. "It looked to me like a little more than that."
"Well, " I begin, but Griffin interrupts me.
"I asked him to be my boyfriend, but he hasn't given me an answer."
The lights dim and I can't see anything, but I can feel both Graham and the girl's face staring at me. I turn away from both of them.
Graham reaches out and takes my hand. I move into him and say, "Graham is my boyfriend."
The video is long and incredibly boring. I can't believe that Graham is my boyfriend and he is holding my hand in public. I take a deep breath and try not to panic.
After what seems like an eternity, the video ends and the lights go on
Graham turns and smiles at him. I smile back and squeeze his hand. I let it go and begin to pack up my stuff. He does the same.
"Want to get lunch?" he asks.
"Okay," I say.
We pick up our backpacks and head out to the dining hall.
The dining hall is packed. We grab our lunches and head to the only empty table. We sit across from each other and dig into our food. I'm so hungry. I inhale my turkey sandwich in two minutes flat and then move onto my salad. Surprisingly, the food in the dining hall is really good. When I finally look up, Graham is watching me intently with a very serious look on his face. I suddenly feel very self-conscience.
"What?" I ask. "Do I have something on my face?"
He shakes his head.
"Are you embarrassed of your piggy boyfriend?"
He shakes his head again.
"C'mon, Graham. Just tell me. You're making me feel weird."
"Griffin, " he begins and then pauses. He squirms in his seat. He looks nervous.
This in turn makes me nervous. I want to bolt.
"Griffin," he starts again. "Will you go on a date with me?"
I want to get up and beat the living crap out of him. Of course I want to go on a date with him. He's my boyfriend. Why would he even have to ask me this? I decide to mess with him.
"No."
His body stiffens; his eyes get big. I've got him good.
He lowers his head and mumbles, "Oh, sorry, I guess you're not ready for all of this. I'm okay with keeping whatever is happening between us a secret. I just thought since you told that girl about us that you were ready to go public."
Okay, maybe I got him a little too good.
"Graham, look at me."
He raises his head and we make direct eye contact. There is the beginning of tears in his eyes.
Oh, crap! I push out my chair and rush over to him. I kneel down next to him and put my hand on his leg.
"Graham, I am just messing with you. Of course I'll go on a date with you. I think I made it pretty clear this morning and in class that I'm yours. I don't want to keep us a secret. I'm done with secrets."
He turns and looks at me. He wipes the tears from his eyes. There is a big grin on his face.
"Do you mean that?"
I don't use words. Instead, I grab his face, pull it to mine and place my lips on his. I give him the longest and sexiest kiss I've ever given anyone in front of the entire dining hall.
Graham's POV
Griffin's kisses make me weak. He starts out slowly. His lips gently press against my lower lip and then move to my upper lip. He continues this pattern until I can't take in anymore. My hands move to the back of his neck and I thrust his mouth into mine. I move my lips aggressively against his in a circular motion. I feel his tongue press into my mouth and I quickly massage my tongue into his. We kiss like this until a voice interrupts us.
"Hey, dudes, get a room."
I pull my lips away from Griffin and press my mouth to his left ear and I say, "Let's get out of here."
Without making eye contact with anyone, we get up from our and table and quickly make our way to the exit. Once we are outside and few yards away, we collapse onto the nearest bench.
I can't look at Griffin. He's going to be so mad at me. I should have stopped him. How did I let things get so out of control?
Griffin's body begins to shake and a loud sob escapes his mouth. Oh, shit, he's crying. I glance over. Tears are streaming down his face.
He isn't crying.
He's laughing. Hard.
I can't believe it.
His laugh is contagious. I begin to laugh, too. Before long, we are leaning against each other and we can't stop.
People are giving us strange looks as they walk by. We look like a couple of lunatics.
Eventually, I gain my composure.
"Baby, please stop. I have snot all over my face, " I say.
He hiccups, grabs my hand and pulls us me up.
