It had been hours since I last saw Gray and I was slowly starting to get apprehensive. What if lashing out at him the way I did was the wrong call? He wasn't wrong about me breaking my promises so early, but hell, a child was involved.
He doesn't even want to be a father or own up to it. He says he never cheated or had anything to do with Sylvia. He never denied that it was his child either.
I let out a small sigh and kicked off my shoes, then laid back on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.
My treacherous mind immediately brought back images of Gray above me, the kisses we had shared, the delicate way he had cupped my neck, and let his thumb rest on my jawline.
What if Ichad made a mistake? What if he really just...
I bit down on my lips and started to walk towards the door when I
