"Thank you," Gray said, the humour and lightness he had taken that phone call with now nothing but a far-fetched dream.
I probably shouldn't have ever let him take that call. I should have told him these words. I should have held him tight. I should have used that opportunity.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about. Where were we?"
I bit down on my lips. "I won't worry about what it is, but I am worried about you. Are you okay, Gray?"
He gave a small smile. "This feels very nice." He chuckled to himself, then slowly pushed up my cheeks. "I love your smile, Angeline."
I nodded. He was trying hard to change the subject, and I don't know which would be crueler. Let him change the subject or force him to talk to me?
I sighed, closing my eyes. I am
