Grayson could see you were hiding something. And he did not like it.

You were his girlfriend. You were one of the only people he cared about. So when you started locking yourself in your room for hours at a time, and started avoiding his eyes, he started worrying.

It was a Saturday night. You were at your small apartment, which some people thought was strange, since you were dating the grandson of a billionaire. But it worked, so who cares? Grayson’s sitting at the kitchen bench with a coffee while you lounge on the couch. Then your phone rings, and Grayson sees you glance at the caller ID, sees your face harden, and sees you decline the call.

“Who was that?” Grayson asks. He can see you’re still tense. He can see that the caller mattered to you.