““It’s not me he’s touching.” Raj stared deep into Gray’s eyes. “It is you.” She swallowed. “Don’t worry. I can look out for myself.” Gray pulled free from his grasp. “I don’t like it,” he repeated as she hurried down the hall. Raj’s words followed Gray right up to Blake Foster, who awaited her at her locker. The grin on his face was sickening. “Last night was incredible,” he whispered, invading Gray’s personal space and running his gropey hands all over her before she had the chance to cast a rash””
