For a long while, I just stood there, Gray's hands gently patting my hair down, my face buried in his chest. I became increasingly aware of our positions as the pain slowly subsided, and the extreme proximity pushed whatever Ava had caused to the back of my mind.
I slowly looked up, my lips parting as I met his eyes. He wasn't looking at me, and his eyes were closed, his lips slightly pursed.
I took the chance to watch him instead, feeling the gentle pats on my back, the way he moved slowly, like he was in a world of his own.
Maybe this was always meant to happen. Like we were always meant to meet. Maybe we were always going to end up right here, in this restroom, his hands around me.
Maybe we were always meant to share those kisses last night, and I was meant to love the rare smile h
