**Grayson's POV**
I'd ordered coffee five minutes ago.
Apparently, the maid had decided my caffeine withdrawal was today's entertainment because she still stood frozen in the doorway instead of bringing it in.
"Where's the coffee—"
The rest of the words died on my tongue.
It wasn't the maid.
It was her.
I'd half expected her not to come back, especially since she'd chosen Chris earlier. Of course, giving up on her was out of the question. I was just giving her space to breathe because, soon, she wouldn't be able to see or think about anyone else.
"Aren't you going to come in?" I spoke, my voice calm as it broke through the silence.
She flinched, tearing her gaze away, pink coating her cheeks.
"Why are you naked ninety percent of the time I see you?"
A smirk crawled onto my lips.
