CHAPTER FORTY ONE HEAL

GREYSON’S POV What the fuck is wrong with me? I think when I'm done taking a shower, something I need to cool off. The entire week had been hard to get through with her here, but I thought I could bear it just until she was feeling better; I was wrong, by the way, since I just had to mess this up by mildly assaulting her all because my dick had a mind of its own. I've always been the type to be reasonable, but that seemed to stop when I stopped her from drowning a few days ago. Although I left the library abruptly on that day because it wasn't the right time to tell her how I felt, I kept an eye on her and noticed how she looked at the people dancing before she started crying. I would've walked up to her, but I knew she wouldn't want me to, so I stayed where I was, discussing a business venture with some low-class entrepreneur before she completely disappeared, and I heard a girl call after her. Considering all she had gone through recently, I knew it couldn't be good, but I d