“Oh, and Luan? Have fun snooping around.”
I grin in response. I wasn’t thinking about snooping, but now I am.
But Grey comes first.
Chapter 3
“and if Heaven doesn’t want us, would you go with me to Hell?”—nobody else by LANY
March 2025
“Grey?”
I don’t even open my eyes and still reach for my phone, holding it to my ear. Every muscle in my body is sore, making it almost painful to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” I force out, feeling the soreness in my throat worse than before.
I hear the sounds of a lovely and very familiar chuckle, and if I could, I’d smile like crazy right now.
Hold on.
Did my phone ring? I don’t remember hearing it, and I’m almost a hundred percent sure you can’t hear someone talkbeforethe phone even rings.
Slowly, I force my eyes open only to stare at a black screen. Wow, am I really that out of it that I’m now hallucinating? So infatuated from medication that I am imagining Luan’s voice and his chuckles.
God, I love his voice. It’s so cute and deep and sexy. I wish he was here.
“Grey?” his voice speaks again to which I groan and throw my phone to the foot of my bed. Traitor. That shit could’ve at least told me he called. He always calls me. At least once a day, sometimes twice or more. I like the calls, but I’d never tell him. It’s the only time I ever get to hear his face and see his voice—Wait, no, that’s not right. It’s the only time I get toseehisfaceandhearhisvoice. That’s the right order, I believe.
Why do I care, nobody’s hearing me say this out loud anyway.
“Baby?” Two hands now lay down on my jaw, my eyes rip open again because I swear if I am imagining someone touching me, I’ll call an ambulance or an exorcist because that’s not right.
Once my eyes are open, they meet the most beautiful green ones I have ever seen in my entire life. They’re so dreamy, greener than grass, and beautifuller than the moon. Is beautifuller a word? It should be one.
“I believe it is, but it’s not in the dictionary, nor does it get used that often.” The voice to the green eyes chuckles, and so I blink a few times because Mr. Green Eyes is all blurry, but I already know who those eyes belong to anyway.
“Woah. What kind of pills am I on?” Miles gave me something, that I know. He wouldn’t drug me, I don’t think. Clearly he did though because there’s no way my Luan is here right now. He lives in Malibu, he doesn’t get on planes and fly out to see me. I think he’s afraid of flying, but that’s okay because I will fly with him when he moves here one day.
“Some antiviral drugs.”
Ah. Don’t know what they are, don’t care either. So I’m high as a kite, I take it. I’ve never been high before. Drunk, yes, but high?
Does one get high from antiviral pills?
Isn’tanypill technically a drug and should get you high? I guess it depends on the doses. I don’t know, I’m no pharmacist.
“Are you real?” I ask, still blinking over and over and over again. “Or am I tripping?”
“Both, I think.”
Huh? Imaginary Luan pulls me up to sit, but then I sit up myself if he is imaginary, right? I don’t know. Maybe I’ve died and an angel is taking me to paradise right now. Or a demon is taking me to hell, like my father would say.
“If you’re real, what’s my name?”
He chuckles again, taking my hands in his now. His are warm and comfortable. I like Luan’s hands. Even Demon/Angel-Luan’s hands are great. “Grey Davis.”
Huh, interesting. “What’s my middle name?”
