Sammi’s POV
I stay silent, letting the warmth of the moment sink into my skin. Grayson’s fingers lazily trace along my side, sending gentle waves of contentment through me. I sigh, lost in the sensation, feeling utterly at peace. His touch is grounding, like an anchor that holds me steady in the sea of my own thoughts.
“So... how big is the d**k?” His voice breaks through the silence, low and teasing.
“What?” I peer up at him, my brow furrowing in confusion. “Are you seriously asking me how big your d**k is? Gray, you should know that already,” I laugh, my eyes crinkling at the ridiculousness of his question.
He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not that one, smartass. The one on my chest. You tattooed it on me, right? I’m guessing that’s what it is?”
My eye
