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I had no idea how late Gray would be, but I forced myself to stay awake and decided watching TV would work. It had taken half an hour to figure out how to use his remote for the complex, very male electronic system. By the time I heard the elevator doors whoosh open, I had practically lost my mind from really bad cable. I hopped up and saw him over the back of the couch. He looked… perfect.
He hung his hat on the hook, toed off one boot, then the other, walking into the kitchen. He went to the sink and scrubbed his hands, flicked off the water and dried them with a dish towel. I didn't think too hard about why he needed to clean up. He didn’t seem hurt at all, no cuts or bruises, but there was a stain, something that looked like blood, on his shirt. I wasn’t going to ask what h
