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Cocky P:P for Prince, duh.
Cheesy, was the grin that lingered on my face as we exchanged a round of direct messages, one in which I assured him I hadn’t run away to Paris, never to return to RRF.
That anxiety I had? Erased.
Even online, Grayson was a charismatic force, propelling my state of mind back to when we first collided, butterflies and all.
Cocky P:Look, I’m loving our DM convo, but my thumbs are about to give out.
Eventually, all good things come to an end, including direct messages from a great smooching prince. Disappointed, I was about to bid him goodnight, when he slid in another message.
Cocky P:So, how about you give me your phone number and we’ll talk instead?
