Chapter Twenty
Gray
I’d woken up with my head on Rémy’s chest, which gently moved up and down without a single hint of a snore. A feeling of serenity filled me, so unlike my usual state of being. It was like the most exquisite drug I could imagine, and I knew if this, whatever this was that Rémy and I shared was to end, I’d probably end up in rehab to kick the habit. I couldn’t believe I was in his bed, my arm draped casually over his taut stomach and one leg wrapped over his. It would have been easy to stay like that, but a glance at the clock on the nightstand told me we’d overslept. I brushed my lips over his stubbled cheek and disentangled my limbs from his.
“Where are you going?” Rémy mumbled, then pulled me back into his embrace and held me tight. “You can’t go.”
A feeling of war
