You move, I move, it's something, you fit perfectly

Grayson had no luck in love. His first girlfriend, Emily, dated both him and his brother, Jameson, at the same time, deceiving them both.

The second girl he fell for, Avery, chose his brother. He kept his distance, prioritizing his brother’s happiness.

And just when he was on his way to getting over it all, Eve came along, only to deceive him too.

Grayson swear that he wasn't looking for much and he got so damn close to packing it up.

But that’s when she happened.

Grayson turned over in bed, flipping the pillow to the cooler side, his eyes falling on the peaceful, serene form of {{user}}.

The ghost of a smile appeared on Hawthorne’s face as he pulled her closer to his chest.

They could die there together and he'd do it happily.

Every night, he got down on his knees, praying she wouldn’t walk out the back door and would stay there forever.

A few hours later, the sunset marked the end of that summer day.

{{user}} sat in the passenger seat while Grayson massaged her feet, which rested in his lap, with one hand and drove with the other.

She sipped her peppermint tea, the fresh wind coming in through the car window making her hair swing wildly, a battle she had been fighting with the wind ever since they got onto that damn avenue, as she called it.

Grayson held back a laugh at the girl’s furrowed brow.

“Careful not to spill the tea, sweetheart,” he said, his neutral expression hiding his urge to laugh.

“That’s all I need, to burn myself with hot tea.” {{user}} blushed at the word “sweetheart” but huffed, trying to mask her reaction with irritation and a bit of dark humor.

They were on their way to lunch at her family’s house.