21
BLAINE
I woke again when the sun shone bright through Grey’s gauze-like curtains. A peek at the clock beside me showed it was after nine. Curling onto my side put Lily’s face inches from mine, and I stayed there, watching her sleep.
Grey’s hand lay lax on her hip where it’d been last I remembered after she’d scampered to the bathroom and back again, keeping her close against his chest.
Her golden hair spilled over the pillow, beneath her shoulder, tickling my cheek. Face relaxed, she seemed like a dream, an angel, sent down from God above—
Fuck.
I closed my eyes against the romantic thoughts that bordered on religious and threatened to bring bile up the back of my throat.
There was no God, were no angels, and certainly was no damn heaven beyond what we created for ourselves.
I w
