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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"I can't believe I'm doing this!" I mumble, my body trembling. With my nose pressed against the glass of the pod, I watch the boats below that now resemble toy figures. Above us, the dark sky is clear, enhanced by thousands of stars that I'm sure I'll be within reaching distance of soon.
Grayson's outdone himself this time.
Standing behind me, Grayson lifts his hands to my hips, and I can see in the glass reflection that he's admiring how completely amazed I am by everything. He's used to it though, the big city life. Me? Well, this is a whole new world.
"Scared?" Grayson whispers from behind my ear, sending my body into more of a shock than it already is.
Gulping, I shake my head. "No."
Grayson moves closer, and my hands tighten around the handrail, leaving prints of damp in their wake. "I'm showing you London, remember?"
I giggle, but it's more of a whimper. Grayson keeps pulling these dates out of the bag, leaving me completely in awe of him and this new world I'm living in. In all honesty, I'm waiting for the downfall; the part where Grayson comes to his senses and realises that I'm just an average girl from a small town.
I'm nothing like him. Not in the slightest. I'm not rich, I don't own expensive clothes and I most certainly can't afford these glamorous kind of dates.
I just hope he knows that.
Our pod nearing the top of the wheel, I can hardly contain my nerves as I peer down below. The boats have almost disappeared from view, and it seems the stars are now closer to us than the buildings.
With Grayson's grip tightening against me, his arms now completely wrapped around my waist, I have to stare outward to avoid crumbling beneath myself.
If I make eye contact, I'll surely fall apart.
"I wanted to show you the stars," he says, sending my body into a frenzy, my blood pumping at what I can only assume is an unhealthy rate.
Slowly, I nod. "They're...beautiful," I choke, my throat dry.
Where's water when you need it?
I can't look backward. I can't look him in his beautiful eyes. If I do, I won't be responsible for my actions.
I don't trust myself enough, not with him.
Exhaling, Grayson's head moves to the crook of my neck, his stubble brushing against my inflamed skin.
No. I can't cope with this. I can't cope with the intimacy. Last time we shared this kind of moment, I panicked and embarrassed myself, and my heart hammers at the worry of making another awkward move in front of this man.
Gulping, I find the strength to turn my body, aided by Grayson's large hands against my shoulders. When I'm met with Grayson, picture-perfect and right in front of me, my heart lodges in my throat.
