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"I burn for you"
"And you don't even know my name"
—Gracie Abrams
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robot loving, scone loving, puzzle loving, loving in general. funny, intelligent, kind, empathetic. dark skin, chocolate brown eyes, the youngest of the four Hawthorne brothers.
Yearning and shy.
Xander is absolutely convinced he's met the love of his life, here in the confines of Heights Day. The only problem?
She is absolutely untouchable.
His family disapproves. Her family keep her under lock and key.
Under the scrutinizing gaze of his mother, nothing could be worse than marrying the lowly. To his grandfather, the enigmatic and omnipotent billionaire practically ruling Texas, nothing could be worse than watching his youngest and most brilliant grandson tear himself apart over such a woman.
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"I burn for you" "And you don't even know my name"
—Gracie Abrams ⇄ ◁ ΙΙ ▷ 00'25 ━━●━━───── 02'08
Beautiful.
Kind.
Radiant.
Eloquent.
Totally completely never destined for me.
Xander Hawthorne didn't scowl often. Like, ever. Why would he? Smiling made him look all the more handsome.
Watching the love of his life (THE love of his life) smile at another boy definitely earned a frown. He wasn't even hungry anymore, not even for his beloved scones!
Blueberry scones.
This woman—this very attractive and completely oblivious woman—was absolutely ruining his life!
The misery.
"Honestly," Jameson materialises next to Xander, "I'd let it go. The girl doesn't let anyone get close."
"Good thing I have an excellent talent at invading personal space." Xander chirped back, picking up his scone with somewhat of a flourish. "Gracefully. With charm. You know how it is."
Xander's old brother snorts, his face shifting into a crooked smile as he picked up one of Xamder's scones, earning himself an outraged scoff.
"Don't touch my food."
"Just talk to her," Jameson said, exasperatedly, "At least then she actually knows you have an interest instead of just watching like a creep."
Xander gasped, "I am not a creep!"
"I said like a creep."
"Similies are comparisons; you are comparing me to a creep."
Sighing, Jameson dropped his—Xander's—bitten scone back onto the plate and huffed. "Don't come crawling when she finally accepts someone else's offer."
The audacity! The harshness!
The absolute accuracy.
Xander dropped his head to his hand, sighing. The day was turning rather dismal indeed, after all.
It was decided. He would talk to her. Suave and charming.
After finishing his food.
Maybe tomorrow.
Oh, jeez.
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