Grayson POV
6 years ago
Grayson sat on the hood of his car—the Lamborghini he’d gotten for his twenty-third birthday—staring at the leather jacket in his hand. Every now and then, his mind wandered back to her.
Vivienne Wood.
He thought they’d had a connection—something real. His years of taunting her had only been a stupid teenage cover for feelings he hadn’t known how to process. But after that night, she’d disappeared, leaving nothing behind except his leather jacket, tossed carelessly in the grass.
She hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. It was like she’d erased him completely.
Grayson sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t wear the jacket much anymore, but sometimes he held it, trying to figure out why she’d left so suddenly. He’d even checked her social media a few times
