“May I cut in?” Greyson asked.
The man seemed a little disappointed for being cut short but mumbled and moved away. Greyson took his place. I hoped he would continue the hand path the other man began.
Greyson wrapped his arms around me and gazed down. I loved losing myself in his steel-gray eyes. They had such strength and hardness, but they could change. I’d never want to see them angry and cold; that would scare me. When they were heated, they looked like hot fluid metal that could melt me to my spot.
“How’s the hugging coming along?” he asked with a smirk.
“Better now.”
“I’m glad Mya made me wait. I don’t like being last, but now there’s no one to cut in.”
“Yes, but I’m afraid she has more up her sleeve.”
“I’m sure she does. She and Frankie have been brainstorming for this party.
