"Shut up," Indianna muttered and Greyson smirked. "Oh crap!" She gasped. "I left my bag and my phone-"

"Ace is bringing it to the house after school."

"Oh, okay."

"No thank you?"

"You're not Ace," Indianna shrugged and she looked down to see that she had subconsciously linked her fingers with Greyson's. She frowned and went to pull away, but Greyson held tight.

"You always have very cold hands," he commented.

"Am I meant to thank you for that?"

"It was just an observation," ...