Greyson’s POV
I don’t know how Aubrey went from awe and confusion to irritable and disgusted in the half hour we’ve been apart, and she didn’t want to talk about it. Or so she said.
“Put on a comedy,” she demanded almost as soon as she arrived. “I need to forget all about the last half hour!”
“Oh really? Why? What happed?” I say, expressing my concern. “It couldn’t have been all that bad, since part of that time you were gone you obviously spent in the shower! Your hair is still damp.”
“I don’t want to talk about it!” She claimed dramatically, flopping down on my couch, and turning her attention to the TV while I start flipping through our viewing options. “Ugh!”
“OK, sure,” I say amiably, not wanting to upset her further. Especially since I don’t know what this is all abou
