Gray finally emerged, his chest heaving, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, and he had another towel in his hand as he wiped his neck slowly.
"Why did you do that, Gray?"
He stopped, his eyes lifting to me. "What do you mean?"
"Touching me like that. Who called? Why would you..."
"It was Samantha," he said, dropping the towel on the bed. "As for touching you like that, I wanted to."
"You wanted to make her jealous?"
He gave a small sigh as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You think everything I do is to make her jealous? You think I would touch you like that only so she backs off?"
"Well, yes."
"In very understandable language, explain last night to me."
I stopped, my chest heaving as I struggled to come up with an explanation. My eyes averted his, and I let out a
