SADIE
One night with Gray turned into a few. Over the next few days, we collected the rest of his stuff from his old apartment along with his car and finished unpacking everything. That was in between the near-constant s*x. And somehow, it just got better and better.
Gray was usually the voice of reason, telling me we needed to take a break or stop before I got sore. The problem was neither of us wanted to stop. My mark solidified our connection. He wasn’t entirely aware of all my emotions, but he was much more in tune with me now. I could feel him clearly; he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
Gray held true to teaching me how to cook, or at least he tried. You couldn’t learn cooking from reading a book, and I was no good at it. I didn’t complain about all the lessons with my ha
