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GRAYSON LOOKED AWAY, AND I TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO STUDY HIS FEATURES.
Maybe he didn't like me scrutinizing him, because he took his glasses off and wiped them on the hem of his shirt. He put them back on and adjusted them.
"Glasses suit you," I said without thinking. I wanted to take the words back, but they were out, so I kept stammering one word after another, like that might somehow erase what I'd said. "I mean, they look right on you.
Like, you look good. Ummm, wow, I should stop talking."
"Nah," Grayson said with a smile. "I think you should keep talking."