I was honestly not sure when it first started, but at some point in time, I had started to look at Gray a little differently. Was it the first time he smiled at me? Was it when he kissed me? Was it when he stood up for me?
I wasn't sure, but a few times, I had caught myself wondering what would happen if all of this was real. If our I do was true, if our marriage was for eternity. I wondered how it would be if I wasn't just a stand-in wife.
If I didn't have to wonder what be thought of me, what he felt about me. If my place with him was secured by his own heart rather than a piece of paper. It had felt so appealing. To be truly wanted by Gray. To be truly loved by Gray.
I hadn't realized that at some point, I had started to feel loved by him. That I felt loved when he hugged me. That I
