He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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Grayson glides at ease through this city, slipping and sliding from one busy street to another. Meanwhile, I stare out with disbelief, fascinated at the concrete jungle that whizzes past in a flood of obscured lights.
I throw a look back to Grayson. He still has one hand rested on my knee. His olive-shaded cheeks are rounded, indicating a hidden smile, and I suspect he and I are both trying our hardest to hide our emotions right now. The trouble is, I feel I could explode at any point; being driven round this place by this man is insanely unreal.
Grayson's head nods. When I'm able to break my gaze from the beautiful brown of his eyes, I follow his gesture out the windscreen, completely taken aback by the sight of Big Ben in front of us.
Clearly, the sight of Grayson next to me had diverted me from the fact that we had emerged onto Westminster Bridge.
"Woah," I croak, my mouth dropping. "That's really Big Ben?"
"Uh huh," Grayson murmurs, his teeth showing through the parting of his pink lips. "Sure is."
I sit back into the leather seat, baffled by how big the famous clock landmark really is. I had always seen generic pictures of Big Ben—in the likes of magazines and wallpapers—but I now know that photos don't do it justice.
Forcing my gaze to the left, I'm stunned when I'm met with the sensational view of the River Thames in all of its glory; miles and miles of brightly coloured lights bouncing against the smooth, running water.
Yeah, I'm still convinced this is a dream.
"Wait," Grayson says, his brows knitted together, confusion swirling behind his brown eyes. "Have you never seen Big Ben before?"
My eyes fly to my knees, watching as Grayson's large hand squeezes the denim there.
Looking back up, I sigh. "No," I mumble. "I've actually never been to London before."
"Never?"
"Never."
It's often hard for people to believe that I've never visited the capital of my own country, but, in actual fact, I've never needed to go to London, and never got around to visiting either. My whole adult life was spent working over the weekends, helping Dad with as much as I could. It's hard, yes, being the age I am and not having travelled anywhere, but I wouldn't go back and change any of it; Dad had to be my priority.
A sympathetic sigh falls from Grayson's lips, but is immediately followed by a playful smile; the sight of it alone re-awakening the butterflies within my stomach.
"In that case," he says, confident as he pushes his foot firmer against the accelerator, swiftly turning onto a cobbled street.
My eyes widen, but simultaneously I laugh. "What? Where are we going?" I clasp my clammy hand around the door handle.
