It took a long minute for the information to sink in.
"Wait, Gray."
Gray turned to me, his brow raised. "Yes?"
I swallowed. "I have nothing to wear. I... I only have the dress I wore last night."
He shrugged. "Wear it then. We can take care of it later."
I nodded but stood there, still frozen. He turned his back to me as he walked away. He emerged wearing his clothes from yesterday again, his brows drawn.
Without a word to me, he walked away, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
I immediately went to the floor on my knees, my hand coming to my chest, my heart beating wildly in my chest. What is this rather disconcerting feeling? What is this thing I feel with every kiss, every touch, every single time he is close? Every single time, he is right there, especially earlie
