I collapse on the sofa the moment we get home. The funeral, the run, has taken everything out of me and I know Grayson feels the same. He folds himself into the corner of the faded brown sofa only seconds later, his emotions fluctuating by the second. Anger, grief, love, compassion. I feel them all in the space of a few minutes. He doesn't even bother trying to hide it by putting up a wall between us, he either needs me to know how he feels or he hasn't even thought about it. The former makes me feel slightly better not wanting any more secrets or lies between us, the latter scares the s**t out of me.
"Gray?" I question quietly
He jumps at the sound of my voice, his mind far away. He turns his head toward me, attempting a smile which doesn't meet his eyes.
"Yes, my love" he answers, his
