Past
Selene's pov:
Grayson's pupils dilated, fingers curling around my fist as he freed himself from my grip almost effortlessly.
“Are you f*****g insane, Hale?” He asked, voice gruff.
“You saw me talking to him after class,” I shot back, refusing to back down, “and you decided to make a joke out of me.”
I was sure of it. Grayson was the only other person in the class that day, after everyone else had left, lingering behind for some reason or another.
“Despite what you might believe, Ninety Eight -” Grayson drawled, lip curling in a sneer. “I don’t spend every waking moment thinking of you.”
Heat flooded me but this felt different from the rage I was feeling. His grip on my wrist tightened, his thumb pressing deliberately against my pulse.
“Then stop touching me like you do,” I his
