↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐋𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

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A nudge of the door allows the eager dog to spring onto the bed and greet the blonde with kisses. She ruffles his fur and scratches around his ears.

"What's this?" Sierra tilts her head. Kaiser does the same as Grayson sets the tray down with a smile.

"What does it look like?" He lays in front of her with his weight resting on an elbow. Kaiser sniffs at the breakfast he prepared. Grayson snaps his fingers and Kaiser sits down.

"You don't need to do this."

"I want to." He runs a hand over Kaiser's back. The dog licks at his arm before resting his head on the crumpled duvet. "What?"

Sierra mirrors his smile. "I like looking at you."

"I like looking at you too."

She blushes at the compliment and averts her gaze. He takes the peony from the tray and slips it into her hair, leaving it above her ear. She rests her chin in her palm while he admires the sight.

"Did you take this from outside?"

"Took it while Kaiser was doing his business." His statement earns a melodic chuckle. "Then he chased a squirrel for like twenty minutes."

Sierra sips her drink. "I thought this was coffee."

"Surprise," he says flatly.

Her eyes sparkle. "You made tea."

"A cup of tea," Grayson yells, mimicking her accent. She throws a cushion at his head. He catches it with a grin on his face. "We don't 'ave biscuits, you ate them all."

"I don't talk like that!"

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"Hey." The woman plays with her inky black hair. Her smile is a flirtatious one as she gives him a shameless once-over.

Grayson takes one look and turns away. "No."

"Come on." She slides closer to him.

He twists his head, eyes sharper than usual. "You know who I am?"

"Obviously." She refrains from rolling her eyes at his question. "Come on, you can't be serious about her. She's crazy."

At the mention of the word he stands tall. She cranes her head back to continue holding his gaze.

"I like the crazy ones."

A hand slides up his arm. Sierra's eyes cut through her fading smile. She tilts her head and offers a cold smile. The woman unravels her hair from her finger and promptly turns away.

"Macchiato." The man holds out the takeaway cup. She takes it without a word and exits the stop with her head held low.

"Was it something I said?" Grayson mocks. Sierra pats his chest and accepts the coffee being held out for her.

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Kaden peers down at the artwork. "Looking good."