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Her long-held memory of that kiss gave way to this kiss. And this kiss was everything.
FINALLY

Lyra thought about the danger of touch. She thought about all the reasons she had not to do this. But as Grayson lowered his lips, Lyra rose up on her toes, tilted her head backward, moving like a dancer, needing this—and him.
when it comes to them I don’t play.

“Someone sent me that ticket, Grayson. I thought it was Avery. But if it wasn’t…” “Then who the hell was it?” Grayson finished, his hand going to her cheek.
Lyra didn’t pull back. He was a Hawthorne. That Hawthorne. Your Hawthorne.
I can finally die in peace now

“I have always cared.” Grayson’s words came out rough and raw. “When you were nothing but a voice on the other end of the phone calling me an asshole. Hanging up on me. Baring your soul in a tone that made it clear you don’t even know how to flinch. And your voice… just the sound of it, Lyra.” Grayson looked away, like looking at her was almost physically painful. “I always cared.”
my babies

“Avery Grambs killed my father.”
oh dear savannah.

She surged toward him, capturing his lips with hers. Some kisses were just kisses. Some kisses were torture. Some were necessary, the way breathing was. Some kisses made a point.
I need a rohansavannah book

Objectively, intrigued was probably a good look for Jameson Hawthorne, but Lyra barely even spared him a glance. There was only one Hawthorne on this dock who mattered to Lyra, one Hawthorne who knew what was truly at stake here. One and only one.
the one and only Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

“I know what you’re doing, Avery.” Grayson said the heiress’s name like he’d thought it ten thousand times or more. Lyra thought again about that kiss
don’t remind me

A person could have written a book about all the ways that Grayson Hawthorne could almost-but-not-quite smile. “Do any of them involve a cello case, a longsword, a crossbow, and a calico kitten?” Lyra asked dryly. Grayson actually smiled then, and Lyra wished that he hadn’t. She really, really wished that he hadn’t. “What can I say?” Grayson told her. “I had an unconventional childhood.”

“Believe me, Lyra Kane.” Grayson’s voice was deeper now. “You never stopped dancing.”
i could speak about them FOR HOURS

“The way you stand,” he continued mercilessly, “one foot slightly in front of the other. The way you lift your heels off the ground when you’re deep in thought, like it’s everything you can do not to rise all the way to the tips of your toes. The spread of your fingers when your hands hang loose by your side. The lines of your body when you stretch those hands overhead.” The chandelier, Lyra thought.

Grayson Hawthorne was a natural debater. “Every step you take, every twist, every turn, every pissed-off whirl.” He could have stopped there and won. He didn’t.

“You never stopped dancing,” Grayson said behind her. “Every time you move, you dance.” “I do not.” Arguing with him was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s there in the way you hold your head, like there’s music the rest of us can’t hear.”

And even though Grayson never touched her, Lyra could feel his hand on the back of her neck, warm and steady and there.
I have to add more songs in their playlist

Grayson’s pale eyes locked on hers with an odd kind of recognition, like the two of them were strangers who’d met gazes across a crowded room only to realize they’d met before. Like they were the same.
our secret moments in a crowded room.

Lyra wasn’t even aware that she’d reached for Grayson, but suddenly, her fingers were clamped down on his arm. With his hand still on her neck, Grayson leaned his head toward hers, bowing until their foreheads brushed. He knew what this meant to her. He knew, and from the look in his eyes, she would have sworn it meant something to him, too.
my parents

“Grayson?” Lyra spoke his name like a prayer.
ghfgghh

“Give me your eyes, sweetheart.”
SWEETHEART?

“In other words,” Lyra said, her voice dry, “yes, you can read Greek.”
PLS

“What are you doing?” Grayson said, his voice softer than it had any right to be.
they’re so sweet nothing coded

She’d tried so hard—for years, she had been trying. To be fine. To be normal. To convince herself that it was ridiculous that one dream, one memory, could change her in such a bone-deep, life-shattering way.
I don’t play when it comes to Lyra Catalina Kane

“I have spent my entire life being fine when I wasn’t. I know the price. I know what it’s like to bear that price with every cell in your body. It isn’t worth it, Lyra.” He said her name exactly right, and Lyra’s heart twisted. She wasn’t supposed to understand Grayson Hawthorne, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to understand her.
words cannot describe how much I love them

Grayson’s right hand cupped her chin. “I’m fine,” Lyra choked out. “You don’t have to be fine right now.” Grayson’s thumb lightly stroked her cheek.

All she could feel was his hand on her neck. The rest of her body was numb. She shook, her arms and torso vibrating. Grayson’s hands moved down to her shoulders, his touch warm against the skin bared by her ball gown—so warm and steady and gentle and solid and there. “I’ve got you, Lyra.” There was no arguing with Grayson Hawthorne.
just them.

Fingers worked their way through Lyra’s thick hair, to her neck—skin against her skin, warmth. “You will come back to me, or I will make you come back to me.” Lyra gasped. The real world came into focus, starting with Grayson Hawthorne. All Lyra could see was his steady eyes, the lines of his face, sharp cheekbones, stone-cut jaw.
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

“Come back to me. Now. Look at me, Lyra.”
OKAY OKAY

Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw that one, stubbornly imperfect bit of his pale blond hair fall carelessly into his eyes. Again.
hihih

her body’s sense for his was so strong that she knew exactly where his hand was in the darkness.
nobody loves lyragrayson like I do

“For the record,”“this was the last time you will ever beat me to anything.”
“And for your edification…”“I do not care what words other people use to describe me, because those people are beneath me.”“And so are you.”
I love savannah

Forget the sun. Lyra could think of better ways to end Grayson Hawthorne. “Two correct answers in quick succession,” he continued, unaware that she was plotting his demise,
I CANT