I stood close to the bedroom door, watching Gray. He had flipped off his shirt the minute he walked into the room with me and let go of my hand, and pulled a cigarette.
He lit it up, let the smoke dance around his eyes, then let it sit between his lips as he walked towards the large glass windows. His hands pushed into his hair before he tucked them back into his pocket, the smoke rising up against the glass.
I stood by the door, unsure of what to do. He wasn't saying much. I was shaken, too. I now understood why he just seemed so angry at everything and everyone, but once we were alone and he could form an opinion of me, he seemed like a completely different person. This is why.
I swallowed hard, then took a step forward. He didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't let anything
