**Quinn’s POV**

“So what do I have to do to make you less upset, hmm?”

I pushed Grayson’s head away from my shoulder again. I don’t know how many times I’ve done that. Grayson doesn’t seem to want to give up. He’s been doing it over and over again, from the moment we got out of the car to the lift ride up to his penthouse. He clung to me like a caterpillar.

"Quinny? Are you listening to me?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. I saw him in the reflection of the lift wall, ...