Grace - POV
Grayson led me to a spacious room—simple yet elegant, the kind of understated luxury that seemed to suit him perfectly. He kept looking at me as we walked, his eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite name. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, and it made my heart race, though I wasn’t sure why.
“What?” I asked, breaking the silence, feeling the tension between us rise.
He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to speak his thoughts. Finally, in a soft, almost disbelieving voice, he said, “I can’t believe you’re here, next to me. It still feels like I’m dreaming.” His words trailed off, and he looked away, clearly flustered by his own admission. “But, uh... you probably need rest. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to my family’s ancestral villa.” He tried to change the
