Past
Grayson's pov:
She stared at me like I had just handed her a weapon.
But she reached forward anyway and slipped her fingers past the collar of my shirt. The brush of her knuckles against my neck was light but f**k, it lit me up like gasoline meeting flame.
She tugged it out from underneath my shirt. The ring dangling from it slid down and clinked softly against my sternum, warm from my skin.
“Family ring?” She asked, pulling it gently between two fingers and observing the crest.
The dark green background with a V enclosed by another, inverted V.
I nodded.
The space between us was suffocating, the air charged wrong in all the right ways. She shouldn’t be holding it, shouldn’t even be this close to me, but here she was with her hand splayed against my chest, staring at me with a
