Butterflies fill my stomach as I walk inside Grayson's house. It's not like I haven't met his father before, but this is different. I'm in his house.

"Dad, we're home," Grayson calls. He swings the door shut, and the sound of it closing makes me jump. "Relax." He gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

Grayson's dad appears from the hallway. "Hey, Grays," he says, and I can't help but smile at the nickname. He nods at me. "Isabelle."

"Hello, Mr. Alexander," I ...