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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When the cold air filters into the open pod, I'm brought back to my senses; very aware that hundreds of tourists have their eyes on us.
Crap.
Did they all see us in there? Did they witness how Grayson lay over me on that bench, switching between my lips and neck with his torturous touch?
Crap. Crap. Crap.
No matter how many butterflies the recollection brings me, when Grayson takes my hand in his, I can't even bring myself to look anywhere but the floor as we exit the attraction.
They must think we're animals. They must do.
Keeping my head low, I'm grateful when the London Eye starts to look smaller from behind us, exhaling when we seem to emerge onto a quieter street.
Stopping by a wall, I fluster, running my fingers through my hair that's fallen victim to Grayson's charm.
"Feeling okay?" Grayson asks from behind me, a smug snigger rolling from his tongue.
I roll my eyes, my cheeks surely bright red, and try my hardest to make it look like I didn't just spend the whole of that ride snogging someone's face off. But in reality, I can't quite get over it. I'm not sure I ever will, to be honest.
"No, I'm fine," I lie, my heart frantic still.
"Looks it."
"You were there too, you know," I tell Grayson, straightening my jacket. "They were all looking at you too."
Grayson shrugs. "It's not like they'll ever see me again."
I roll my eyes; how is he so chill about everything? As much as that moment was beyond amazing, the way all those tourists stared at us when we left was nothing short of embarrassing.
"It's fine Mia," Grayson chirps, happier than ever. "Let them all think what they want to think. You shouldn't care what people think of you."
Taking a moment to let Grayson's words sink in, I nod, smiling at the beautiful man in front of me. The man I just had the pleasure of kissing. And he's right; why should I care what all those people think?
With my insides on fire, Grayson reattaches his hand to mine, leading me to only he must know where.
"You hungry?" He asks.
I shrug. "I guess."
To be honest, I hadn't even thought about food. I haven't eaten since lunch, so I must be hungry, but I'm still reeling from the sensational feel of Grayson's lips on mine, and all I can think about is how I want to take his face in my hands and do it all over again.
But I'm not that girl.
Am I?
What can only be a short, five minute walk, Grayson eyes up a little sandwich shop next to the river, and I shake my head of my dangerous thoughts.
