Markus
That kid, goddess. He all but blows us an air kiss before he struts his way out of Grey’s room without sparing a look back at us and all I can do is stare at him, drooling, that ‘baby’ of his still lingering in the air between Grey and me.
“Your boyfriend is such a little s*hit,” I tell Grey, stretching in his bed with no intention of leaving any time soon. I don’t want to. I prefer staying here where I can still feel the heat of his body and his scent on my skin even through the inches separating us. Something tells me that the moment I leave, it will all be gone, and I am not ready for it.
“My boyfriend?” Grey grumbles, eyes lazily taking me in, and for a moment there, when I catch his gaze, I just can’t look away.
“Well, aren’t you two officially together or whatever now?”
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