Pulling up outside my house, I unbuckle my seatbelt. Grayson still has both hands high on the wheel and is staring straight ahead.
"Are you okay?" I ask, a bit worried. He still hasn't moved a muscle and hasn't said a word since we left Nonna's.
"Gray?" I ask again, placing my hand on his shoulder. Tingles course through my body at our contact and it makes me feel heady. Grayson turns his head towards me slowly, locking his eyes on mine and I remove my hand, placing it back in my lap.
"Sorry" I say breaking eye contact.
"Don't say sorry," he says gruffly and I look back up at him. "You don't have to apologise for touching me, ever. You're my mate Ava, I'll always want you to touch me". I nod but do not comment. What can I say to that? We've just been on our first date. If this is goi
