Sitting on my couch waiting for Gray to show up, I still hadn't reconciled mentally why I had called him over. I hadn't figured out what I planned to say or decided what I wanted to do. My head vehemently told me to walk away, but somehow, my heart had become involved. That traitorous organ wanted to cling to him. I'd never been drawn to someone the way I had to Gray. Even Will had developed over time; we'd become very close long before I stumbled upon the truth. I was pretty sure Gray would destroy me in the long run, but I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by him, even if only briefly.
The knock on the door stifled my mental argument-Gray stood on the other side. His hands were stuffed into his jean pockets, and he rocked back on his heels, refusing to make eye contact. It wa
