GRAY'S P.O.V.
I watched the plate of doughnuts while Angeline slept, curled up away from me, her lip slightly parted. They were slightly swollen from the fervour of our kisses, and I could feel the right side of my lips lift in a smile.
Her hair was all over the sheets, and she was a clumsy little dove, with habits as dangerous as anything.
I slowly leaned to her, my eyes thin as I took her face in. I still remember the first time I met her. She, of course, does not remember, but I wish I had told her about Kevin earlier than she had found out.
I am not complaining, still. It worked out for me, and even though I do not love her in the same ways that I used to love Samantha back then, I am definitely interested in keeping her with me.
I do fully intend on honouring this marriage, just
