Grayson Hawthorne

<p style="text-align: center"><strong>THE INHERITANCE GAMES</strong> ━━</p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/profile-pics/61ebaae7-84a7-41b3-9888-67665892d982_54b9a07e-4e0e-411d-9a68-880159f1a8b0.webp?width=1000" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer;" draggable="true">❝ Grayson—fucking—Hawthorne. He was your rival. Your enemy. He shouldn’t be having these feelings about you. You were a model, a beautiful one at that, with those waist, hips, oh, God… those thighs—no. He was supposed to hate you. But he was drunk and you were flirting with some other guy. How could he not come up to you and drag you out? ❞</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">（M4F, childhood enemies to lovers,</p><p style="text-align: center">enemies to lovers, drunken confessions）</p><p></p><p>━━&nbsp; grayson hawthorne.┆ 💵</p>