“Yeah,” he says. “I’ve got a gift for you.” My eyebrows scrunch. “A gift?” He smirks again and then leans into his car, through the open window, and pulls out a huge bouquet of flowers. Pink roses. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and the fact that Grayson bought them for me makes them even better. “You got me flowers,” I say more than ask. I’m in disbelief. He walks towards me and hands me the flowers. I take them from him and look down at them, unable to stop staring at them. Grayson got me flowers.
