*MIRA’S POV*

*Ten minutes earlier…*

“Grayson?” I huffed, feeling disappointed. “Wrong room, you pervert. Your girlfriend's room is down the hall…”

“Oh, I’m right where I want to be,” he whispered.

“Are you drunk? It’s Mira, you dumb*ss!” I grumbled. “Now, get the h*ll out of my room!”

He inched closer to me and I finally saw him in the darkness.

“Why do you look like you're about ...