I brought a sleeveless, turtle neck black dress to my body and looked up to Gray. He was sitting on the far edge of the walk-in closet, his legs spread, his hands danging on his knees, his eyes thin.
Kris was sitting right next to him, devouring a bowl of cereal, his eyes thin too. It was crazy just how much they looked alike. Kris is indeed a genetic lottery winner.
"Is this okay?"
Gray gave a small lopsided smile. "It's going to hide your neck. I like your neck."
I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Why? Cause you can leave hickeys on it?"
I immediately caught myself, my eyes widening. Gray's smile turned a little dark as he leaned back, his hands resting on either side of him.
"Precisely. Let's see a dress that knows how to appreciate art."
I bit down on my lips, trying my hardest not
