Meet the Neighbor Boy

I led Grayson through the woods toward the sound of chopping. The same markers I’d tried to keep track of the day before were still there. This time, I tried to think of them in reverse order so that if I had to flee Ben’s yard, I could do so without getting lost. Not that I planned to do that this time. For one thing, there was no way in the world Grayson would take off running from a hot guy, and for the other, I had a reason to talk to Ben now that I hadn't had the day before. He’d bought the magazine for me, after all, and I could use that as an excuse to speak to him, to say thank you.