"Gray," I said, my chest heaving, my eyes wide.
His hand was steady, his eyes blank, and he looked nothing like the man who had kissed me a few minutes ago. Except for the water. The small red spot on his bottom lip. The nails on the side of his neck.
"I didn't hesitate for a moment, sweetheart. Not one."
"Gray."
"Is this what you want?" He asked, slowly closing in on me.
I held my breath and tried my best to look further away from what he was right now. I still saw the him that I unashamedly started to rekindle the embers of my affection with.
Hell. I was more than determined to stay here. With him. I missed his arms, his kisses. I miss the way he smiled. The way he kept the laugh in when he was trying to be serious.
The gun touched my forehead, and I met his eyes, my lips partin
