Summer's Pov
Breakfast was quiet in a way that had teeth.
Gray sat across from me and ate without saying much and I sat across from him and did the same and the silence between us was not the comfortable kind we'd built up over movie nights and painting sessions. It was stiff and careful and I didn't know what I'd done to cause it.
I put my fork down eventually and looked at him directly. "Is something wrong?"
He glanced up. "No."
"You've barely said anything since I came down."
"I'm eating."
"Gray."
He met my eyes for a second and then looked back at his plate. "I'm fine, Summer. Just tired."
I watched him for a moment. He wasn't fine. I knew his fine and this wasn't it. But I also didn't have the energy this morning to chase something he wasn't willing to give me, not after yest
