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Gray gives me a weak smile. “Have you ordered breakfast?”

I glance at my discarded phone. I’d forgotten all about breakfast. “No. Not yet.”

He nods. “Okay. We should do that and then maybe go through notifications together and figure out what we’re going to do about this.”

I snap my attention to him. “What do you mean?”

“This.” He waves his hand between us. “The marriage thing. Have you looked at any of the notifications?”

“No.”

And I’m half afraid to. God knows what everyone is saying. Hell, I have multiple messages from Josh. That alone makes my stomach somersault.

“We should.” Gray reaches for my phone, and I catch his hand in mine. He pauses, then looks up at me. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to look at them.”

His eyebrows draw together. “We have to. We can’t just ignore it all.”

But we can. Right now, it’s fine. Everything is fine. No one is mad at us. No one is losing their minds. If we open the messages, then we’ll know what everyone has to say.

“Harlow,” Grayson says softly, turning my hand until he can slide his fingers through mine. “It’s not a big deal, okay? We can look. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Our parents could disown us.”

He snorts. “Can’t see that happening.”

No, I guess I can’t either, but fuck. “Alright, fine.”

I drop Grayson’s hand and reach for my phone. Fuck, I don’t want to start with Josh, but he’s still pinned at the top of my messages, so I open it.

Josh

Guess this explains a few things.

I know I don’t have any right to be upset, and I’m not. Not really.

But it DOES explain a few things.

I’m glad you’re happy. I’m so sorry for what I did to you.

My stomach tumbles, so I press my hand to it.

“What does it explain?” Gray asks in what sounds like panic.

“I have no idea.” Gray inhales so sharply that it sounds like he might be having a panic attack, so I drop the phone and turn to look at him. His face is impassive, but his eyes are wide and almost a little scared. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he chokes out. “We’re married.”

And again with that shit. Really, what is so damn wrong with me that no one wants to be married to me?

Turning away from him, I pick my phone back up and read through my mom’s messages.

MommaBear

Call me

Are you going to ignore me all day?