His eyes took on a deeper expression, and he raised a small brow and slightly tilted his head to the right, a small, gentle smile playing on the corner of his lips. I expected him to say something, but he just stared at me like that, his breaths soft, his gaze even softer.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked when he wouldn't say anything, and the wheels in my head kept running around, picking up stupid little things that I could have done wrong.
He slowly moved, then rested his hands back on the bed, his hair falling back, his eyes now a little serious. I bit down on my lips, a lump rising in my throat as I tried to hide how nervous I was.
"Gray."
"Don't fall in love with me, Angeline," he said slowly, his voice low. "You can bet all the odds against me being the sort of man
