Quinn
Ruffles weaves his little furry body around my legs a few times, purring, before the need to go explore again overpowers him and he’s off to the far end corner of Grey’s large bedroom. And when I say large, the place is massive. There is a big queen size bed in the centre of it and a dresser room to the left and another door on the right probably leads to another fancy bathroom or whatever. Not to mention the large mirror against the bed. I read somewhere it’s not good to have your bed facing a mirror, but I don’t think Grey’s the type of person who cares about such superstitious s*hit. When I used to see him in my head, he was always this brooding, stoic wall of a man. He’s supposed to be pragmatic, logical. Ot at least he pretends to be, even in his head.
But I know better now. H
