Chapter nineteen.

Skylar's pov (continuation) 

I quickly lock the door, rushing after Grayson with my heels still on. 

And trust me it isn't really as easy as it sounds. 

It feels like walking on a glass box. 

"Hey, wait up." I groan, wrapping my fur coat around me. 

"You should have just taken that off and put on something more comfortable." He scowls at me, referring to my heels. 

Maybe I should have done that.  

"Well you where the one who told me to work on the heels, I have to at least get use to them." I pout, stretching my legs out. 

My ankles are starting to hurt, I don't know how long I can take this any more. 

"I doesn't mean you have to wear it everywhere." He hold his arm out to me, and I grab on it to stabilise myself. 

It kinda helps putting my weight on him. <