“Where are you?”

“I’m at the Bubble. Come in through the field entrance. I’ll tell security to let you in.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Chapter 14

I ignore the tremor of excitement that I feel in my stomach as I walk toward the entrance of the Bubble, knowing that I’m going to see Grayson very soon.

When exactly did I turn into a fangirl for him?

Probably around the time he stuck his tongue in my mouth, making my body come alive for the first time in years.

Yep, that was the exact moment.

I can see that the main entrance is all closed up. The lights are out, but Grayson said that I should come in through the field entrance.

If only I knew where the field entrance was. I look around for a sign, see nothing, and decide to walk around until I find it. I’ll give it ten minutes before I call Grayson and have him come get me.

I begin walking down the length of the Bubble. The area’s well lit, so it isn’t completely scary. But I am relieved when I round the side and see a guard standing by a door. He looks up at me.

“Hi,” I say. “I’m here to see Grayson Knight. He’s expecting me.”

“Yeah, he said to let you in when you arrived,” he says, and stands aside, opening the door he was guarding.

I step through and hear it clang shut behind me. And then I’m on the edge of the football field. Floodlights all the way around illuminating it.

And there’s a solitary figure in the middle of the field, facing away from me.

Grayson.

I can tell that it’s him from the line of his broad shoulders and the way he holds himself. Proudly, but like he’s got the weight of the world sitting on him. His hand comes to his side and I can see a football in it.

I take a step onto the grass, and he turns to face me as if he’s sensed my movement.

I can’t see his expression because he’s too far away. But I can definitely feel the heat and electricity that seems to connect us. It travels across the field and right into the very core of my body. And the pull is begging me to race in Grayson’s direction, right into his arms. Or bed.

Crap. I’m so screwed.

On wobbly legs, I start to walk slowly toward him. Thank God I wore flats today.

Grayson doesn’t make a move. He stands there, watching me walk to him. I feel like he’s slowly undressing me with his eyes. It’s torture. And it puts me on edge. God, I’m so nervous. My stomach is rolling, and my heart is doing jumping jacks in my chest. I don’t know what I’m going to say when I finally reach him.

All I do know is that Grayson makes me feel out of control. And I’m not used to being out of control. Control is what shapes me, keeps me moving forward in the safe life I’ve created for myself. Grayson seems to strip all of that away, leaving me vulnerable and bare. Yet I can’t seem to stay away from him.