[color=004b80][center][h1] Grant Holiday [/h1][/center][/color]
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Grant tried to catch his breath, landing on his back. He felt more alive than he has in more than one hundred years. Grant always assumed that sex was something trivial, that it was some basic instinct that was just annoying and time consuming but Grant realized how mistaken he was. Or was it the fact that he had sex with the women who drew him in more than any other women in his life. Never before has Grant more attracted, interested in, and confused by any women before.

Grant looked over at Piper and his heart felt like a million hands were pulling at the millions of heartstrings that were connected throughout his entire body. Grant reached over and pushed a lock of hair behind Pipers ear, taking in a lungful of her scent.

[color=004b80]"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd cupid painted blind."[/color]

Grant smiled and closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow, truly at peace. Grants eyes opened and he felt the need to write. Grant sat up and patted around for his notepad but then remembered that Piper had his notepad.

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