“Where are we going?” I told Gray while he held my hand and pulled me out of our office, carrying my things.

The students are staring at us or I should say that they are staring at Gray because he was oozing with so much appeal. He was only wearing a v-neck white shirt, jogger pants, and white shoes, and he styled his hair in a messy fringe.

He was holding my hand with a wide smile on his face. He was thinking of something really nice that he doesn’t want to share with me.

“What? Why are you smiling like that?” I asked, curiously.

He let go of my...