Grayson
The ceiling of my hotel room has exactly forty-three water stains. I know this because I've been counting them for the past two hours, trying to drown out Jace's voice as he drones on about whatever the hell he thinks is important enough to keep talking about.
"So why did you choose criminology anyway? Aren't you like a business major?"
His voice sounds breathless from talking too much, and I want to smother him with a pillow.
I close my eyes, trying to block him out. All I can think about is her. The way Rae looked at me in the garden earlier, the way she pulled her hand away like my touch burned her, the way she said she needed time. The way I f****d everything up so completely that—
"Hello? Earth to Grayson?" Jace's voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts.
I exhale sharpl
