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I'm not a religious person, but I send up a prayer anyway.
Please God, don't let me lose her now.
Chapter Eight
Camila
"Hey," I say, sittingup in the bed when Gray strolls out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. When I woke up, I wondered where he went. I was just about to go find him when I heard him moving around in the bathroom. I think he was on the phone.
My stomach turns a somersault, heat waving through me as I look him over. He's so damn sexy. Even with his hair all a mess and scratch marks all over him, he's sex on legs. And it's not just his body. It's everything about him.
"Hey," he says, his gaze skimming over me.
Even though his eyes heat like usual, unease creeps through me. He seems…different this morning. Off. Like something changed while I was asleep. But he offers me the approximationof a smile and strides toward me. A couple seconds later, he lifts me out of the bed and into his arms.
He gives me a quick kiss and then rests his forehead against mine for a moment, sighing.
That uneasy feeling grows.
"We need to talk."
Oh no.
If this is the part where he tells me yesterday was great, but that he thinks we should just be friends, I might throw up. I've never been as sure about anything as I am about him and the way he makes me feel. I'll never feel this way about anyone else. As far as I'm concerned, thereisno one else for me. All this time, I thought I never dated because I was afraid. But I was wrong. I never dated because no one ever got to me like Gray. No one ever made me want to lower my defenses or give them a chance. No one ever made me want to fall.
They couldn't because they weren't him.
I'm not sure if Kelsey knew this would happen when she introduced us, but I have the sneaking suspicion she did. Underneath that tough exterior, she's a romantic. She believes in love and wants the people who matter to her to find happiness.
Gray makes me happy. If he doesn't feel the same, it's going to shatter my heart.
"I think you should wait to tell your family about us," Gray says, crossing to the closet with me in his arms. He hits the light switch on the way past. For a minute, I'm too busy gaping to process what he said. The closet is bigger than my entire apartment. And then what he said sinks in, and I forget all about the size of the room.
"What? Why?" I crane my neck back to look up at him, shocked.
He doesn't answer. Instead, he sets me on an island in the middle of the closet and then wraps his arms around me in atight embrace. I hug him back, my heart pounding with anxiety. Last night, he was afraid I wanted to keep him a secret. Now, he wants me to keep him a secret. Something had to have happened between then and now to change his mind.
"Did you…Did you change your mind about being with me?" I ask, hating the way my voice shakes.
"No. God, no," he says, tipping his head down to look at me in shock. The sincerity in his eyes steadies me. Whatever happened, it's not that. "You're mine,querida. That won't ever change for me." He swallows hard. "But I'm worried as fuck that you might change your mind about me."
"What? Why? What happened?" I ask.
"Kelsey just called," he says, his jaw ticking. "Cal fucked me hard."
I blink wide eyes at him.
"Rhonda, theWina Dategirl, just granted TMZ an exclusive interview," he says, tugging at strands of his hair like he's not sure what else to do with his hands. I'm guessing he probably doesn't know what to do with them. Hockey is his outlet, and there isn't a puck in sight. "I don't know what she's going to say to the world. It could be bad."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Gray," I whisper.
"I know that," he says, blowing out a breath. "But she's pissed and she's humiliated, and someone on my team, someone I trusted, is the reason for it. There's no telling what she might say." He lets out a miserable bark of laughter, tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling. "I wouldn't fucking blame her if she tried to ruin me for what happened."
"Gray," I whisper, my heart aching for him.
"I didn't touch her," he says, tilting his head down to meet my gaze. "I swear to you, angel, I never fucking touched her except to get her off her knees."
I stare at him for a moment, processing. "You think she's going to say you guys slept together."
