**Zinnia’s POV**
Two palms stood before me like an open book. One belonged to the man who loved me but had also unintentionally hurt me multiple times. The other belonged to the man who made my heart race without permission, who always had me on edge, wondering what he'd do next.
My throat worked with a swallow.
What was I going to do?
A voice screamed Chris. I wouldn't say he had changed, but I at least wanted to give him a chance to earn my forgiveness.
But then there was that small voice, that very small, incomprehensible voice, whispering about the possibility of enjoying some time with Grayson.
I sighed and turned to Grayson. His lips were tilted in his usual confident smirk.
“I'm sorry, but you have to go. And stop coming to my practice. Just stop all this, please…”
With each
