The sun was starting to rise, and the pitch black night they had blanketed the room after we turned on the lights to help Kris sleep better was slowly dispersing under the slowly coming morn.
I looked down at my lap. Except, it wasn't just my lap. Gray was lying on it, his face buried in my stomach, his hand around my waist. Those kisses from last night seemed to have built even more trust between us, and once I finally pulled away, he simply rested his head on my shoulder, his eyes staring off at sleeping Kris.
The room had been silent, not awkward, just peaceful, nice. Comfortable.
"Are you tired?" I asked, turning to him, my eyes taking him in. "You are injured too."
He didn't reply for a long minute before he gave a small sigh. "Thank you for being here, Angeline. You have no idea
