**Grayson's POV**

I could only resign myself as Quinn took off my shirt and pulled down my pants a little. After all, it was for my own good. Because really, Quinn's pinches really hurt. I had been holding it in since yesterday because I was embarrassed, actually.

"Stay there. Don't move or follow me," Quinn warned.

"Where are you going?" I asked, curious.

"To get an ice pack and some ointment. I don't want it to interfere with your game."

"Honey, you don't need to worry. It's nothing. I ...