Charlotte
I couldn’t move my body. My senses had shut down, except…my lips. Hot. Burning. Making me paralyzed in place. None of my nerves were working. Everything I had was all concentrated on Greyson. Greyson, my best friend, was kissing me. Not exactly kissing, his lips were just there, plastering on mine.
Why was Greyson kissing me?
I didn’t understand him today. Greyson was my best friend. I could tell if something was bothering him. Firstly, by hugging me. That was what he always did if he was thinking about something. Bad or good, mostly bad. And then he exploded when I talked about Caelan. I thought there was nothing bad if I became Caelan’s muse. I was more than happy to help him. I understood Greyson was trying to warn me, but Caelan never asked me to do that to her. Anything
