Once I was done with the bowl, Gray put it away, then gently came to sit with me again. He was silent, his eyes a little distant as he played around with my fingers. I watched him, my eyes taking in the tiniest details of his face and imprinting it in my memory.
Even if this marriage ended today, I don't think I will ever forget the man who cushioned me when I was falling to my very lowest.
I smiled to myself, then turned away, a small sigh leaving my lips. Gray suddenly stood up, then gently started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing.
My eyes widened as his skin slowly came into view. The deep line between his chest, his toned stomach, the lines, the dips.
"What are you doing?"
He turned to me, then shrugged. "I want to take a shower. Is there a problem?"
"A shower?" I asked, my
