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avery grambs and grayson hawthorne from the inheritance games trilogy

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I caught him looking at me and narrowed my eyes. “What?”
“Nothing,” Grayson said, the tilt of his lips suggesting otherwise. “It’s just… you have a very expressive face.”

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I wondered how it was possible that watching him made breathing easier and harder at the same time.

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“It was never just the idea of you, Avery.”
I tried not to feel like the ground was suddenly moving underneath my feet. “You hated the idea of me.”
“But not you.” The words were just as sweet, just as painful. “Never you.”

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I’d kissed him back. Grayson Hawthorne had kissed me, and I’d kissed him back.

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Grayson smiled, and that smile cut into me, every bit as much as his kiss.

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I wobbled on my skis. Grayson reached out to steady me. For a moment, we stood there, his body bracing mine. Then, slowly, he stepped back and took my hands, pulling me forward on the very slight incline near the house, skiing backward as he did.

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“It was never just the idea of you, Avery.”
I tried not to feel like the ground was suddenly moving underneath my feet. “You hated the idea of me.”
“But not you.” The words were just as sweet, just as painful. “Never you.”
Something gave inside me. “Grayson.”
“I know,”

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Grayson let out a ragged breath, and then I felt him gently turning my face back toward his. “Avery.” He almost never used my given name. He gently traced the line of my jaw. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word.”

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Avery's gaze landed on his. Grayson had spent a lifetime repressing emotions. Letting himself feel would take some getting used to.
Especially when what he was feeling was this.

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“It’s okay. I’m fine,” I say, but it’s clear he doesn’t hear it—won’t hear it. “Look at me, Grayson. I am right here. I am fine. We are fine.”
“Hawthornes aren’t supposed to break.” His chest rises and falls. “Especially me.”

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Another look—and more emotion, heavily masked. “Will you show me where you were hurt?” Grayson asked, his voice not quite strained—but something.
He probably just wanted to see how bad it is, I told myself, but still, the request hit me like an electric shock.

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“A guy who thinks he knows everything,” I muttered. “That’s new.”
“A girl with a razor-sharp tongue,” he returned, silver eyes focused on mine, the ends of his lips ticking upward.

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He’d told me to go, and I’d fled because deep down, I knew what he meant when he said that it would never be enough. He meant us. What we were—and what we weren’t.
What might have been.
What could have been.
What couldn’t be, now.

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The world bent to the will of Grayson Hawthorne. What money couldn’t buy him, those eyes probably did.

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“A very risky gamble,” Grayson finished, his gaze making its way to me.

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“Sometimes, it feels like Hawthornes always just know. Like you’re all so sure of everything.”
Grayson’s eyes locked on to mine. “Not everything.”