There was something almost criminal about how effortlessly Alex Grayson charmed a room.
It wasn’t just the way he looked—though, let’s be honest, that didn’t hurt. It was also not just the way the tailored navy suit he was wearing fit him like a second skin and the way his dark hair was always perfectly tousled as if he’d just run his fingers through it and somehow made it better.
No, it was more than that.
It was the way he spoke—smooth, deliberate and confident. It was the way his lips curved in just the right way when he delivered a joke. It was the way he made everyone in his orbit feel like they were the most important person in the room.
He had made me come to this party with him despite myself because he said it was a work party and despite myself, my focus was him from the begi
