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Hearing my name has my gaze snapping to Gray, who’s kneeling on the floor next to the sofa I’m lying on.
Shit, I have no idea when he moved us from the wall. All I know is that I came so hard that I can still feel the aftermath when I curl my toes and stretch my arms. That was really something.
I stretch my hand and cup his cheek, slowly running my thumb up and down the stubble residing there. As our eyes lock onto each other, I feel more like myself with every second we stay like this.
“Gray,” I croak. “Why are you on the floor?”
With a chuckle, he wraps his hand around my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. He gently nibbles on my fingertips until I moan. Jesus, even something as innocent as that sends electricity to my clit, making it throb with need.
I want to say something, but no words come to mind as I look intently at him. His features are all familiar to me by now, yet I feel like I’m looking at a completely different man.
This man is my protector, not my tormentor—or maybe he’ll always be both. But I can live with that as long as I know he’ll always have my back when it counts.
Pulling my hand from his hold, I run it down my face and groan, “I’m sorry.”
The words aren’t bitter or even hard to get out, if anything, I owe Gray a big fat apology. I’ve allowed my anger, grief, and pride to twist my view on everything. All the times he’s said I’m his, it’s rang like a challenge in my mind, preventing me from hearing the truth.
I’m already irrevocably his, I know this, and what’s more, now that I know the truth about the night of the attack, I want to be.
Fuck, I feel like a load has been lifted from my shoulders now. If I’m being completely honest, all my grand plans of revenge, which kept blowing up in my face, was nothing more than a distraction. A way to meet his challenge, while focusing on what I thought was important.
How wrong I was.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Princess,” Gray rasps.
Sitting up on the couch, I shake my head because he’s wrong. “I do,” I say vehemently. “It’s true that I didn’t know someone had recorded me and Alana, and I won’t apologize for telling her. Because I needed someone to talk to about everything.”
Gray nods thoughtfully, the movement causing some of his messy waves to fall down his forehead like a curtain, obscuring the wrinkles there.
Even though he hasn’t asked, I want to elaborate on why I told Alana his biggest secret. “I felt like I was drowning,” I meekly admit. “I had to… I needed someone to know, to help me understand everything.”
It’s not an excuse, but it’s a reason—and a damn good one, if you ask me.
“So what exactly are you apologizing for?”
It’s a good question.
“For not listening to you,” I admit hoarsely.
“About?”
A smile spreads across my face, turning the corners of my lips upward. “You’re right,” I say teasingly, dragging it out since I can see how much it annoys him. When he growls low in his throat, I relent. “I’m yours.”
“I know,” he simply says. There’s so much arrogance in the two words I scoff. “But it’s nice to hear you finally admit it.”
“Nice?” I mock. “That’s the word you’re going with?”
Gray’s booming laughter is contagious, making me giggle, which quickly turns into laughter. Holy shit, is this the first time we’re being this… carefree together?
Clearing my throat, I daintily cross one leg over the other and cover my tits with my arms. I’m not shy with Gray, how can I be when he’s literally eaten my ass? And anyway, I’m still dressed because of his hurry to have me. But with the way my nipples pebble, stretching against the fabric of my bra and blouse, I know he can see them, and I don’t want him staring at the goods right now.
“I can see the wheels turning, Princess,” he teases in an uncharacteristically light tone. “What’s on your mind?”
Yet another good question.
“I don’t know,” I answer truthfully. “Everything and nothing.”
Though it sounds like an omission, it’s nothing but the truth. I don’t know what to think about everything he’s told me.
