The weekend came fast, and Lena hadn’t heard from Grayson at all. She told herself she didn’t care, but as the evening rolled in, a nervous knot formed in her stomach. She had no idea if he’d even show up.
Still, she went to get dressed.
She chose a simple black dress, something her mother wouldn’t question. As she slipped on her heels, she heard the sound of a car outside.
Her heart skipped.
She walked to the window and pulled the curtain back slightly.
Grayson.
He was here.
Alone.
She hurried to the door and opened it, expecting him to step inside. But he didn’t. He leaned against his car, hands in his pockets, watching her with unreadable eyes.
"You’re not coming in?" she asked, gripping the door handle.
Grayson scoffed. "No need."
Lena’s throat tightened.
He used to walk in
