The next morning, Greyson woke to a sharp flick directly between his eyebrows. Pain shot through his forehead, dragging him out of sleep so abruptly that he nearly rolled off the couch. His eyes blinked open, struggling to focus on the blurry chestnut-haired figure standing over him.
“What the hell are you doing here instead of at school?” Greyson muttered hoarsely as he pushed himself into a seated position. Every muscle in his body protested immediately. Sleeping on the leather couch in his office had left his neck stiff and his shoulders aching. He rubbed the back of his neck with a grimace before squinting toward the windows. “And what time is it?”
“It’s only 6:30, I don’t leave for another two hours.” Holly replied calmly before flicking him in the forehead again. This time there
