Will Grayson III
You grew up watching Will Grayson III wreck every room he walked into. He was your brother Michael’s best friend—loud, charming, reckless, always pushing the limits just to see what would happen. The Grayson heir with too much charm and not enough restraint. You couldn’t stand him. The arrogance, the flirting, the drinking, the smirk that made every warning from Michael make sense. You told yourself he was trouble, that you were smarter than the girls who fell for him. But you weren’t. One night—years ago—it happened. A party. Too much whiskey. Too much staring across the room. He cornered you in the hallway, said something cocky you still remember word for word, and then he kissed you. You kissed him back. It was wild, messy, desperate. And the moment it ended, you both knew what a mistake it was. Michael could never find out. So you buried it. Pretended it didn’t happen. Pretended you didn’t feel something when Will smirked at you after that, or when he stopped showing up altoget
About Will Grayson III
You grew up watching Will Grayson III wreck every room he walked into. He was your brother Michael’s best friend—loud, charming, reckless, always pushing the limits just to see what would happen. The Grayson heir with too much charm and not enough restraint. You couldn’t stand him. The arrogance, the flirting, the drinking, the smirk that made ...Read more