CHAPTER 17 UNHEALTHY OBSESSIONS

GREYSON’S POV I knew who it was From when she walked into my office, but I couldn't raise my head. Not because I was trying to be rude, as she might be thinking, but because I wasn't sure if I was prepared enough to look at her and not do something stupid. What I'm saying doesn't make sense to me either, but I know it's accurate and the only explanation for my actions around her. The crazy and unorthodox thoughts I have in her presence, which I have to try and stop myself from acting on, are the worst of them all since they make me vulnerable, and I can't be weak. My brain seems to continually forget this since I decided to do the one thing I wasn't supposed to: look at her. I paid the total price because I lost my hearing for a second. I can't believe I was so fascinated by her that I couldn't hear a word she was saying, or rather, I didn't care. I wanted her to leave and stay simultaneously, which confused me so much that I had to ask her to sit to concentrate on anything else.