Grayson Pov
Okay, Zain was acting kind of weird but it was hard to pay attention to it. He was being quiet, following behind me, his hand gripping the back of my neck everywhere we went. After we returned from the forest, Zain wrapped the blanket around his waist as I put my clothes back on until his dad handed him some clothes. That was the last time he let go of me, so he could put clothes on, otherwise, his hand was constantly gripping me, or holding my hand...not that I was complaining. It was just strange that every time I turned to look at him, expecting his heated glare from the feel of the grip on my neck, I was always met with a strange unreadable look instead. I had asked him what was wrong but he said nothing, beaming that bright smile at me, before returning to his weird l
