I gathered all of my courage to leave the dressing room, and Grey was standing outside. His body leaned back on the wall, and his face turned away from me. I swallowed hard as I slowly walked up to him, clasping my hands behind me.
"I am here."
He turned to me, then reached his hand out, his brows lightly drawn.
"I can..."
"Your hand, Angeline."
Like a meek little girl, I gave him my hand, and he collected it. He was cold, but I was warm, and it felt like we had found the perfect balance.
We took none of the shopping bags with us, and Grey asked for it all to be delivered home. I waited as he finalised everything, my hand still in his.
Once he was done, he led me to the car. I watched as he opened the backseat, then moved for me to go in.
I slowly and as elegantly as I could enter
