BELLE

Grayson couldn’t keep his hands off of me the next morning.

I sort of loved it.

He had woken me up extremely early with gentle kisses on my mark.

He had been receiving constant updates from the pilot of his private plane all night, and the moment he knew it was near, he wanted us up and moving.

We took a quick shower and then got dressed. Of course, Grayson got all growly when I put on Laila’s black leggings and a T-shirt instead of his humongous clothes.

Laila even let me use a pair of sneakers, too, which I was extremely grateful for.

“Fucking vampire scent,” Grayson kept...