Grace’s POV
“Grace, you need to think about what is best for you. You can’t let them force you into doing something you are uncomfortable with.”
Max’s voice was calm but firm as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His sharp blue eyes studied me carefully. The easygoing charm he usually wore was gone, replaced with something much more serious. He was worried about me. It was so nice having someone worry about me and not for their own gain.
I swallowed hard, stirring the remnants of my drink with my straw. “It’s not like that. They just want to make sure I’m okay.”
Max rubbed his hand over his jaw. “And what do you want? Have you even stopped to ask yourself that?”
The question made me stiffen. What did I want? I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I had spent so long letting
