“Greyson,” Kirstie said as he and Indianna walked into class, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Glad you could grace me with your presence.”
Greyson barely reacted. He just shrugged like it meant nothing.
“Do not expect it to be a common occurrence.”
Kirstie rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed, before shifting her attention to Indianna. A slow smirk spread across her face.
“Feeling better, Indianna?”
Indianna pressed her lips together, refusing to give her the reaction she wanted.
“Amazing,” she said flatly.
Greyson let out a quiet chuckle and guided her toward the back of the classroom, his hand resting lightly against her lower back.
The touch sent warmth through her body, and she hated how natural it felt. Like her body already knew him. Like it wanted him there.
They sat down, t
