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My heart speeds up as his hand lingers on my skin, trailing down to under my chin.

Wait. He's mean to me. He's a full-fledged jerk.

And he's gorgeous. But dangerous. Dangerously gorgeous, there it is.

What am I even doing? I hardly know him and I'm letting him this close? There must be something in my water.

Why am I not pushing him away? Why do I keep asking myself questions?

I wonder how that nice homeless man is doing?

Why do I want to kiss him? Grey, not the homeless man...I think? No, no, It's definitely Grey.

With Grey so close in front of me, his hand tilting my chin up, I get the perfect view of his perfect lips.

I need help. I need a friend to help me because I have no idea what I'm doing or what to do. I've seen those movies where the friends help each other with basically everything.

Picking outfits

Is this text okay?

What do I say to him?

What do I do when he does this?

I feel like Mr. Terrip would ban me from the store if I asked him everything I want to.

Is he going to kiss me? Are we going to kiss? He despises me.

I've never been more confused in my entire life.

"Grey," a whisper leaves my lips as I raise my hand to his chest in a pitiful attempt to confusedly push him away. Or to just touch him, I'm not sure.

He doesn't like me. Iknowhe doesn't. If there's one thing I'm sure about in my life, it's that Grey Kingston does not like me in any type of way.

I pull away. He lets me so, I think I was right.

It's now that I don't have the courage to look up at him. I'm terrified to see his beautiful black eyes glaring at me again.

I take a step backward and my foot catches a heavy wooden chair. I'm going down, I'm yelling timber.

I land on my butt and a terrible feeling breaks out in my knee. Here we go with this stupid thing again.

It gets sharper and it intensifies when I try to move it.

"You're pitiful, you know that?" Grey's deep voice travels down to me.

I bite my lip harshly.

Looks like this doctor trip is going to have to happen sooner than I planned.

I finally raise my head. I can tell the pain on my face is clearly visible. Especially considering how he takes a step toward me.

He holds out his hand for me to grab all while looking at me with a bored expression.

That's the nicest thing he's ever done for me.

I take ahold of his large hand but as I start to move, I have to stop and a whimper leaves my lips as my knee feels like it's going to fall off.