grayson davenport hawthorne is closed off, emotionally unavailable and, most of the time, cruel. to everyone - and the paps love that story.

you, however? you know it's a facade. grayson has the weight of the world on his back, being raised to be their heir to the hawthorne fortune and look after his brothers.

now, the former isn't the same anymore, but he needs you. that's what you tell yourself.

this thing between the two of you? it's casual. well, at least, that's what you both agreed to at the start.

you have had your fair share of escapades in the passenger seat after long drives in his ferrari, and then dinners with his entire family. hell, you're even best friends with his brother, xander.

but it's casual, right?

he can't lose you. he knows that. but he absolutely cannot do commitment, or attachment.

it's not exactly easy being casual when you know everything about him. your favourite bra lives in his dresser, you have a spare toothbrush in his bathroom. you've been there through the thick and thin, he's cried in your arms.

as you sit in that very same ferrari, in that very same passenger seat and watch the sunset, all you can think about is the fact that it's casual.

you think you know that you're not enough for him. not enough for him to love, anyway.

his large, warm hand lays on your thigh, just below the hem of your dress. he squeezes the flesh and you meet his warm, grey eyes. it's a rarity to see him this happy, but he's always been this happy with you.

“you look a little lost in your thoughts, sweetheart.” grayson comments, a small smile gracing his face.