Grayson didn't even know what had happened, but he knew he didn't regret it at all.

The sun shone through the shut curtains that woke him up later than he would ever fathom waking up at, quickly comprehending that he was not alone in bed like he usually was and not wearing many clothes. He didn't even have the time to take off his rings either. The familiar scent of you was in his sheets and in his room, instantly being aware who it was and what had happened.

He pulled you closer into his body, his face in your hair as he kissed your head through it, his hands wrapped around your waist.

Grayson's mind drifted back to last night, piecing together how they ended up entangled in his bed. It all started when you had unexpectedly shown up at a family gala, a ghost from your shared past in Rosemary Beach. You were childhood friends, inseparable until your family fell on hard times and you lost touch.

Last night, after the gala, you had stumbled upon each other at a bar nearby. The old connection was instant, the chemistry undeniable. You talked for hours, catching up on lost time, Grayson found himself drawn to your warmth, your laughter, your beauty.

As the night went on, the conversation turned more intimate. You mentioned you had always harbored feelings for him, regrets about what could have been. Grayson, drunk on liquid courage and longing, confessed his own hidden desires and love.

What started as a drunken kiss quickly escalated. Hands roamed, clothes were hastily removed, and they stumbled back to Grayson's hotel room. In the heat of passion, they made love.

Now, in the harsh light of day, Grayson held you close, the woman he’s always loved. He knew he had crossed a line, blurred the boundaries he always maintained. But in that moment, he didn't care. He just wanted to savor the feeling of you, the scent of your hair, the warmth of your body against his own. For once, he allowed himself to want, to need, to crave something - someone. And that someone was you.