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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Six hours have passed since breakfast, and I've spent most of the afternoon sleeping my hangover off in Grayson's much too comfortable bed whilst he switched between the TV and taking phone calls.
When I eventually pull myself from the bed, my arms outstretched and head groggy, Grayson turns with a smile. "Feeling okay?"
I smile, exhaling, and thankful that the horrendous after-effects of whatever the hell was in that cocktail has worked it's way out of my system. "So much better," I say.
When I flop onto the sofa next to Grayson, I pull his hoodie tightly around me, the scent of his aftershave that still lines the fabric filtering into my senses, making my insides gooey.
Why is it that men's clothing is so much more comfier than women's?
With my legs curled under myself, Grayson edges closer to me, his face a mere inch from mine.
Oh my God, is he going to kiss me? Right now?
My eyes pop, my heart lurches into my throat. If he's going to kiss me now, then this time I'm not backing down. If he's going to kiss me, then I'm going to kiss him back, harder than ever.
Pulling in a breath, Grayson's hand moves to my bruised cheek, his thumb caressing the injury once more.
Oh my God, he's going to do it. This is the moment.
I close my eyes, my lips, mind and body ready this time. Ready for this moment.
But when nothing happens, my eyes fly back open, redness filling my cheeks.
Grayson is staring at me, his eyelids flat, and he says, "Never, do anything like that again." He pulls the oxygen from my lungs. "Or I won't be so forgiving next time...darlin'."
His lips turns upward, and I can practically feel his warm breath on mine as he scoots away.
Meanwhile, my heart falls right into my lower stomach. In hoping that Grayson didn't notice my craving, I lick my lips clumsily, allowing a false laugh to fall from my tongue, and I say, "I promise." Just quiet enough for Grayson to hear.
Closing my eyes, I curse silently at myself for being so awkward—again. I wish I'd stop expecting Grayson to kiss me. After last time, he's probably too horrified to even try again.
"You ready?" Grayson asks, standing from the sofa, flicking a black hoodie over his shoulder.
My forehead creases, my back upright. "What?"
Grayson chuckles, his body twisted toward me. "I'm not going to keep you prisoner here, Mia. I'll take you back now. Now that I know you're better."
Oh.
Annoyingly, all I want to do now is stay put on this comfy sofa. I have no desire to go home. Not anymore.
