never knew that a man could look so ruggedly handsome, could practically drip with sex appeal, could be tall and built with muscles upon muscles that borderline glimmer when the light shines on his sun-kissed skin. Never knew he could have a face crafted by gods and yet be such a sweetheart. That is until I step out my front door and see Grayson Crawford, standing on my porch holding a bouquet of lilies, with a slight tint of crimson staining his cheeks.
