EXILE//Grayson Hawthorne [3]

Chapter 11 - The Last Great American Dynasty

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" Her saltbox house on the coast
Took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name and money
And the town said, "How did a middle-class divorcée do it?"

- Taylor Swift
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Jess's P.O.V

Europe is everything I could have imagined and more.

Everywhere me and Grayson go, I fall more in love. The scenery is breathtaking, it's hot and the people are nothing but nice.

I haven't had to worry about a thing while I've been here. All I can find myself to care about is what location we would stop at next or what necklace I should buy.

Grayson seems happy, and I don't know if it's just because he's with me, just the two of us, or if flying away from Hawthorne House for a couple of weeks also got him away from some of the messy things in life.

My hand is placed in his as we watch the sun set, the ocean reflecting the light. Grayson has his strong arms wrapped around me, my legs at my side. My head is placed on his shoulder, my eyes closed in a peaceful bliss.

The brisk sea breeze brushes against my face, making my growing blonde hair blow back. It's so peaceful without a soul on the beach. Grayson had found a small beach with no one on it. It was in between two rocks, keeping us sheltered and private.

He had thrown down a picnic blanket and pulled out a dinner. He said it was our first date back together again and I had kissed him long and hard, thinking to myself how I was never going to let him go again.

Two hours later the both of us were close to sleeping taking us. I knew we should go back, but is was warm, the ocean was making a calming sound as it rolled up the beach, and I never wanted this feeling to end.

I closed my eyes as I leaned my head against Grayson's shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around my waist. I let out a little sigh with a smile. Seagulls flew overhead, the tide moving in and out.

I decided that nothing was ever going to top this, there was no way anything could possibly be as magical and maxing as this—ever.

I opened my eyes, watching the sun go down into the horizon, disappearing with only the fading colours remaining. The water was dark, getting ready to reflect the rising moon.

I turned to Grayson, looking at him. His grey eyes were calm, his lips curved into a small, serene smile. My fingertips brushed his hard jawline, bringing my lips to kiss cheek and lightly kissing his skin. He turns to me and lifts my chin with his index and middle finger, angling my face up to his kiss. He kisses me slowly and gently, our lips just barely touching.