Gray was shirtless, with nothing but a rove wrapped around him. He had pulled the robe down somehow, esposing the tos of his back. His back was turned to the door when I walked in, and from the faint smoke I could see rising against the glass window he was standing in front of, I could tell he was holding a cigarette.
"You have smoked more in two days than the entire month we have been married."
He didn't answer for a while as he let out a smoke, and I saw his back expand and contract as he sucked in a breath and then let it out.
"I thought I found a distraction that was worth it."
"Grey," I started to say, taking a step towards him.
He turned to me, his eyes thin, the cigarette firm between his right index and middle finger. I swallowed hard, unable to cover the distance anymore, my
