I gently trimmed the flowers and slowly put them in a vase one by one. Gray watched me from the edge of the bed, his eyes focused on what I was doing, his brows slightly drawn.
I turned to him, catching his eyes for a moment. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He looked up, then gave a small shrug. "I just want to see how I should bring the flowers to you next time."
I blinked, then turned to him. "You could bring them in a bouquet."
"And then you will have to sort them."
I watched him for a long minute, then smiled as I turned away. "I feel like I am running between two opposite directions whenever I talk to you."
"What do you mean?"
I pulled out the last flower and started to cut off the stem when a forgotten thorn pierced my finger, immediately drawing blood.
I gave a small
