grayson thought he would never love again.

emily had ruined him. she had lied to him and cheated him and left him with enough guilt to last a lifetime. her death had haunted him since she had died, as though her ghost had kicked all his broken pieces, scattering them to make sure he could never pick up his ruined parts.

and then you had come along, and he had started to think that maybe, just maybe he could make this work.

perhaps there was a chance he could pick up all his pieces, open his heart again. trust someone. be vulnerable.

when he opened his eyes, shifting as the soft moonlight cast through his window, his grey eyes landed on you.

he was struck by the sight of you, eyes closed, expression unguarded.

and for a few long moments he let himself consider that he did, in fact, love you.