24
BLAINE
I’d been an absolute mess after laying myself bare to Grey.
And I’d thought exhaustion from being trapped in those steel boxes for hours on end had been horrific.
All my fears about Grey turning away from me knowing how I’d been soiled hadn’t come to fruition. He’d done as he always did—held me and loved me regardless of my flaws, wounds, and f****d-up insides.
Relief had sagged me against him, and I’d clung like I’d never done before so damn thankful he wasn’t going anywhere.
His acceptance soothed, same as usual, and that tug I’d felt, I’d seen, in his eyes while Lily had slept between us intensified. My feelings for him definitely bordered on more than mere friendship.
I hadn’t wanted to tear away from his warm skin, the steady thump of his heart against mine.
The idea
