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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My heart drums inside of me, then, as if coming to my senses, I draw back, eyes wide and lips parted.
Anderson's face falls flat, confusion clouding those beautiful, grey eyes of his. "Shit," he groans, raking his hand through his curls. He looks up to me and grabs my shoulders. "I'm so sorry Mia. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry."
I swallow, not knowing what to do; I have Anderson standing in front of me, wearing puppy dog eyes after we just shared a kiss, and Grayson—wherever the hell he is—trying to earn my forgiveness so that we can try at our relationship again.
This is all too confusing.
Then I shake my head. "No it's fine. Honestly. I kissed you too."
Anderson smiles nervously. "Sorry, Mia," he murmurs. "I just want to know that you'll be okay." His eyes are hooded and cheeks are flushed.
But I'm not upset by his actions.
"I'll be fine," I say, my lips tugging at the sides. "Thank you for today." Despite everything, I am thankful for his presence today; he was there when I didn't know that I needed someone.
"See you Mia." With a quick spin and a gentle—albeit awkward—smile, Anderson heads down into the tube station, leaving me more perplexed than ever.
I sigh, leaning against the cold of the handrail, and I wonder where the hell I go from here. Between Grayson, Tommy and Anderson, I've had my fair share of boy drama to last me ten years.
When I eventually make my way down the stairs, a huge sensation of guilt fills my stomach.
Guilt like I've never felt before.
I know things between Grayson and I aren't great, and to be honest I'm not even sure what the current status of our relationship is, but suddenly I know that I need to tell him what just happened between Anderson and I.
"Great, Mia, just great," I scold myself quietly, tapping my palm lightly against my forehead as I reach the platform. I pace back and forth, contemplating my next move, and, as if assisting me with my decision, an unexpected text comes through from Grayson.
Shit.
Trembling, I lift the phone:
Hey, hope you're okay. Can we talk? I still have so much to say.
Me too Grayson, me too.
I know I won't be able to live with this guilt hanging over me, so I make the quick decision to hear Grayson out. Swallowing my anxiety, I hit the reply button:
Hey. I know. Can you come round later?
I know this will be hard, but it's best that we clear the heavy air between us both.
When I get home, I change into my joggers and an oversized t-shirt. Grayson was more than eager to come over tonight, and I note that I have only thirty minutes until he's due to arrive. This is nauseating; I don't know how I'm going to react to his further admissions, and I don't know how he'll react to mine.
