I soon got over my butterflies, not completely, but enough to go outside where Gray was sitting. The dress was hanging back on the rack, and I say next to him on the couch, my hands resting on my thighs, my eyes sneaking glances at him. He was alternating between being on his phone and slowly sipping from the glass of wine that another attendant had brought in earlier.
"Is there something on my face?" He asked suddenly,and I turned away, my bottom lip coming between my teeth, my chest heaving.
"Well... no. I was just... uhm. No, you don't."
He reached to me with the glass of wine he had been drinking from. "Care for wine?"
I looked up at the glass, then to him. He was watching me, his eyes low. Well, it was always low, but it was now lower.
"Why do you keep giving me things to share
