From his past romances, it’s obvious that he likes tall, popular girls who are thin and sporty. I’m not tall or popular, nor am I thin and athletic. I’m not his type but it just so happens that he is mine. Sitting up and running my hand through my hair, I looked around and saw Grayson walking towards me with two cups in his hand.
He sat down at the table, close to me but not too close. It was at a point where we could turn and look at each other without worrying about accidentally kissing or bumping heads. Putting my drink in front of me, he offered me a contagious smile. “Are you okay now?”
I rolled my eyes before shrugging. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Probably because you’re around me,” he teased. More than you realize, Grayson.
I scowled at him, shaking my head. “You’re so arrogant.”
He smir
