(Mason)
I shoved my hands in my pockets as we walked. Greyson kept glancing over his shoulder like Christian might suddenly come back. He wouldn’t, though. I knew that. Christian had made it pretty clear he needed time.
Still, I got it. Letting him go didn’t feel right, not after how long it took to get this far. It felt like if we blinked, it’d all fall apart.
“Grey, he’s gonna be fine,” I said, hoping it would stick this time.
He nodded, but I could tell that he still had a lot on his mind.
Jaxon kicked at a rock on the sidewalk, sending it bouncing into a tree. “Man, I still can’t believe he let us hold his hand. That was crazy.”
“He didn’t let you hold it,” I pointed out. “Just Greyson.”
Jaxon shrugged. “Details. It still counts.”
Greyson didn’t say anything. He just kept walki
