Chapter 3

He asked me awkwardly, "Your punishment? You have to be my girlfriend."

As I watched Grayson's shy face, my thoughts were all over the place, and my fragile heart was thumping wildly.

When I regained consciousness, I realized I was lying in a hospital bed.

Just like four years ago, there was a boy keeping watch by my bedside, dressed in a crisp white shirt, his head bowed, completely absorbed in his phone.

When I saw this scene, a wave of confusion washed over me.

I pinched myself, just to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

It hurt. This was real.