Chapter 40 Grayson

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• Just having her hand in mine has me smiling. Lately I’ve taken to holding her hand whenever I thought I could get away with it, but this is different. Now I have the right to keep her tiny hand in mine. Now I can rightfully show her off. It’s pettiness at its finest, but I don’t care. She’s finally mine, and I want people to know it.
• “Wow,” she whispers as I lead her into an Italian restaurant that I knew she’d enjoy. It’s filled with rose bushes and ivy on the walls, lending it an atmosphere I thought Aria would love. On top of that, it’s open air, with a stunning view. She and I both seem to have a thing for a good view.