Weakness

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Grayson POV Grayson ran a hand through his hair and sighed. What was he doing? He looked back from his sitting position on the edge of the bed. Vivienne had fallen asleep—a breach of their agreement. No kissing, only from behind, and no staying afterward. He should wake her, send her on her way. But just for a moment longer, he let himself linger. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She was so damn beautiful—but he shouldn’t be doing this. It would only end in disaster, and he wasn’t sure how many more wrecks he could survive. His phone dinged. Gray, how are things going with my girl? Did you talk to her yet? She’s not seeing anyone new, right? Grayson clenched his jaw, fingers tightening around the phone. Hayden, she’s not interested. He hit send, exhaus

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