Anxious

Grayson POV

I know it broke the rules, but the thought of sleeping alone without Sammi felt impossible. The idea of waking up without her next to me, especially today, wasn’t something I could handle. So, I ignored everyone’s advice and held her all night. Her steady breathing, the warmth of her body against mine—it was the only thing that kept my mind from spiraling. But as dawn broke, I knew I had to slip out. I left around six, the bed still warm from where we lay.

Now, I’m standing here, waiting for her.

Zade has my phone. That was my decision. All morning, I felt this overwhelming urge to message her, to check in, to tell her good morning, to see if she was feeling okay. It had almost become an obsession, an uncontrollable itch I couldn’t scratch. So, in a rare moment of rationality, I handed Zade my phone. If there were any problems, he’d let me know. He promised.

And of course, there was one issue—she found out about Joel. It wasn’t a big thing, but it was something I had kept