I get in my car and slam the door. Then I rest my head on the steering wheel and give in to the sobs that wrack my body. How did I make such a huge mess of things? And how did all of this become about Cam? Grayson is wrong - about everything. I like kissing Grayson. I like the way he cupped my neck with his warm hand. I like the way his lips felt against mine. The way my heart raced and my mind spun.

Grayson is everything Cam isn't. Grayson is fun and carefree. He's smart and ...