I gave a small laugh as he opened the door and let me in before closing it behind us as he casually gained the lead again and ushered me to the bed.
I sat across from him, but he moved, so he would be sitting next to me instead, the tray in front of us. I looked between him and the carefully plated pasta while he gently poured a glass of wine for me.
"I was so terrified of this bed the night we got married," I said as he handed me the glass cup, laughing at the image of that night.
Things had been so different back then, and of anyone had hinted at me the possibility of being right here with Gray and sop comfortably at that, I probably would have had a name for them, and it wouldn't be mentally stable.
"Terrified?"
"I mean. There was no way to know what you would do. You seemed so...
