I lay back on Gray's lap, my chest heaving as I patted my stomach. We had finished eating, and I was slowly munching on an ice cream now, and he had assumed the unspoken role of cleaning my lips when I smudged it.
"Gray?"
He turned to me, his hand slowly coming over me, his hand resting across my shoulders. "Yes?"
"I have been thinking," I said, my words a little slurred because we had drank a bit more and continued to toast, so I was feeling a little tipsy. "What would you have done had I decided not to help, and Samantha couldn't escape?"
His brows furrowed, and I watched the light dance around in his eyes as he blinked slowly.
"I was hoping you would," he said almost cautiously. "But if you hadn't, I don't think I would have continued with the wedding. I had a year to move on. Sh
