**Quinn's POV**

Grayson finally ended our kiss when we were having trouble breathing. He looked into my eyes and then his eyes smiled. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For trying to calm me down. Because of you, I didn't relapse."

I reflexively dropped my hands from his face and placed them on his chest. "Your heart is beating very fast. Has that ever happened before?"

Grayson nodded. "It used to happen a lot. I don't really remember how many times. But often."

Oh, my poor gray bear. Those must have ...