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 lead Grayson to my tiny bedroom.
Inside, the warm glow that seeps from the fairy lights bends around Grayson's God-like sculpture. I try not to look too much, but it's difficult to tear my gaze from him.
I sit onto the bed. Neither of us talk. But I watch Grayson, watching as he moves about the small space with eyes on the child-like decor that I never thought to get rid of.
He picks up a stuffed elephant, his lips bending because the eyes are hanging on by a mere thread.
"Poor guy," he says, biting his lip to stop from laughing. The house is silent, and I roll my eyes because Grayson is trying his damn best to cheer me up right now.
He places the toy down, then picks up a photo of my mother.
That's when my lips fall flat again. My eyes dip, and I curl my feet under myself.
Grayson turns to me with a smile. "She looks just like you."
God. He needs to stop saying stuff like this. Right now I'm not sure what I even think of him and he needs to stop pummelling me with his perfect words.
I drag a breath, and lean myself against the headboard. When Grayson senses I don't want to talk, he lets out an almighty sigh. Quickly, he puts the photo back on the side and sits next to me on the bed.
"Look," he says, his large hand grazing my knee. "I know we have so much to discuss. But I don't want to do it here. Okay?"
I nod. I know he's right. As much as I'm desperate to know everything I'm also terrified. Maybe not knowing is better than knowing. But I know my mind. I know that I won't be able to shake it if I never find out the full story.
I drag my hand through my hair and say, "Okay."
"I can sleep on the floor," Grayson says, eyeing up the purple rug next to the desk.
I almost find myself laughing, but I catch myself in time. "No. It's fine. You can share this bed." I throw a look up and down my single bed. Then I wonder how the hell were both meant to fit in here—given that Grayson's body is broad and basically built from muscle.
Oh God, I almost laugh again.
Grayson curves a smile. "Alright."
I watch as Grayson undresses to his boxers, every single one of his muscles pulsing against his movements. In the same moment, I think back to what I saw at Jack's Cellar. I think about the kind of men that were there and how they were so different to Grayson.
Grayson is not like them. I know it. He's smart, he's got ambition and he's brilliantly caring. None of it sits right with me.
Shaking my head, I throw a t-shirt over myself, my mind, body and soul tired.
