I blinked, my chest heaving as my nails dug into whatever was below them. It felt too very eerily like flesh, and I turned, only to see that I had dig my nails right into Gray's hand, and blood was oozing through the small, blotches winds around the back of his hand.
"Oh my God. Gray, I..."
I turned to him, my eyes wide, and he was still watching me, unfazed by the pain. I swallowed, my chest heaving.
"You are hurt."
He didn't take his eyes off me as he slowly moved, then leaned away from me.
"I know."
He gave a small wicked smile as he took the suit and turned away, leaving me sitting there, my eyes wide, my heart hammering wildly against my chest, my knees weak.
I turned to my nails and swallowed, feeling the sensation of them digging in, and I wondered how bad it would have hurt.
