Zain Pov
I woke up to a strange clicking sound and Grayson’s scent surrounding me like a thick blanket, threatening to pull me back into the safe warmth of my dreams; dreams where it was just us, together. Confusion rolled around in my mind as I shifted, or tried to. My left arm was numb, and I couldn’t move it. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling, my mind was still hazy as I blinked, trying to figure out where I was and what was going on. I realized I was laying on my back and rolled to my left side in an attempt to try to move my arm, before I stopped breathing. Alarm raced through me as I stared at the body lying beside me, the hickeys covered on the back of his neck over the collar of the short-sleeved shirt he had on as the light from the bedside table illuminated it, since we h
