CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MACKENZIE
I’ve been a nervous wreck since my alarm went off this morning. The damn s*x dream I had about Grayson doesn’t help. Each time our eyes meet, it’s all I can think about.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I push the images away.
“Almost ready?” Grayson asks with a smirk as he looks at me from head to toe.
I narrow my eyes at him, smacking my red lips. “Is there something wrong?”
“Nothing. Just seems like something you’d wear in a wet dream.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I counter, grabbing my crossbody and stuffing my phone inside. I’m wearing a cardigan with a white button-up shirt and black slacks. It’s literally something I wear to school and very G-rated.
“If your hair was in a bun and you were wearing some black-rimmed glasses…”
“Oh God. Not the na
