♖you're telling me...♖

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"I've never been skydiving before." Avery Kylie Grambs, perhaps the most excruciatingly stunning girl I'd ever met had just remarked. She swept her curtain bangs from her eyes and behind her ear which showed off her new earrings, that dangled about 5cm from her piercings, they were silver and sparkled when the sun hit them at the exact right angle. My being was literally attracted to hers. 

We now sat side by side at the most boring function I'd ever attended before. Normally, I'd love the girls ogling me, but today I was really only interested in one girl, and she was not noticing me that was for sure. 

"Really? You're telling me you haven't gone skydiving?" I snapped out of my trance. I lazily smiled. "I could take you right now..." 

"I'm sure you could." Her smile was flirtatious

The proposition seemed to intrigue her, and I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Maybe later." 

It seemed to gain us a lot of unwanted attention to which I cleared my throat and everyone went back to fangirling over the art pieces that in my opinion could not compare to Avery Kylie Grambs. The most beautiful thing here.

She seemed to be in deep thought. "Have you ever gone sky diving Jamie?" 

My heart picked up at the nickname she had seemed to adopt ever so quickly since our first rendezvous when I was laying on the balcony. 

"Only a couple of times, it really wakes you up. Especially when your brothers throw you out of one. How they got me on the plane without me waking up I'll never know..." I mumbled the last sentence but Avery still seemed to catch it and she laughed. It was pretty, her laugh. Like airy but beautiful. 

"You'll have to take me sometime Hawthorne." She teasingly flirted and winked. It was undoubtedly obvious that there was something electric between us, but it was like a cold silent war, first one to admit feelings ultimately loses.

"Yes I will heiress." I draped my arm on the back of her chair to which her posture stiffened quite obviously. "Yes I will." I intentionally slowly dragged it out.

She looked over to me and a smile crossed her face. 

"I like that you don't care."

"Shoul I be offended at that obviously out of context comment?" I raised an eyebrow. 

"I like that your reckless." 

"Well Heiress, I do too."

"I like that your not Grayson Davenport Hawthorne." 

The comment immediately snatched my attention. It took a minute to register but I slowly leaned in and whispered in her ear. 

"Why is that Heiress?" 

She bent to meet my eye line. 

"I much prefer certain third-eldest grandsons."

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