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'm running across hot sand—the tiny, smooth particles filtering through my toes and my hair flying behind me like a kite in the wind as I bolt towards the shore of the brilliant blue sea.
Palm trees sway gently to the side, the soothing laps of the waves filling the otherwise quiet and empty area of the sun-kissed beach.
When my feet enter the cool water, I stop, catching my breath and turning to see Grayson striding towards me, looking phenomenal in just his red swim shorts.
He's smiling, I'm smiling. We're both so happy, and it feels amazing.
He reaches me, joining me in the shallow water, curling his warm arm around my half-naked body and pressing his bare, tanned chest against mine.
The cold of his watch startles me a little, but I giggle and rest my head against his hot, flushed skin as I take in the sublime, natural beauty around us.
"I wish we could stay here forever—just me and you," I murmur, lifting my head, watching as the glow of the bright sun enhances Grayson's already stunning brown eyes and silky dark hair.
"We can," he says, his tender, husky voice carrying through the light breeze. "We can have whatever life you want."
I smile, pushing my hair back from my face before placing my hands against Grayson's shoulders.
"I love you," I whisper, feeling the occasional breaks of the waves against my ankles.
Grayson lifts my chin with his strong fingers, tenderly placing his lips against mine. "I love you too, Mia. I will always love you baby."
He takes me into his strong embrace, placing his chin against the top of my head as we relish this perfectly beautiful moment with one another.
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"Mia, wake up."
I'm brought back to reality, slowly opening my eyes to learn I'm actually in Grayson's large, immaculate apartment, with Grayson himself, sitting next to me with heavy, dark eyes.
I shift onto my back, groaning with tiredness, but thankful that my stomach pain has eased. "Hey," I squeak. "What time is it?"
"It's eight," Grayson murmurs, gently stroking my hair with the soft of his fingertips. "I've made dinner; spaghetti carbonara."
I smile, because food is exactly what I need right now.
"Are you okay?" I croak, lifting myself from the bed as I study Grayson's deflated expression.
"Fine," he mumbles, forcing a smile onto his face. "I just hate seeing you like this—you know, after everything that's happened."
