**Quinn's POV**

Grayson placed the back of his hand on my forehead. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I laughed at his behavior. "Gray bear, I don't have a fever." Then I lowered his hand and stroked it gently. "And I'm fine."

"But really, you don't need to work, Quinny. I'm really worried—"

I kissed his lips, and that silenced him. "I need something to do. I wanna socialize with lots of people. That's how I live, Gray Bear. So it's not about whether I need to work or not. Okay?"

"I can't bear to ...