A Little Bit Married

The Only Way

"Gray," I said, my chest heaving, my eyes wide.

His hand was steady, his eyes blank, and he looked nothing like the man who had kissed me a few minutes ago. Except for the water. The small red spot on his bottom lip. The nails on the side of his neck.

"I didn't hesitate for a moment, sweetheart. Not one."

"Gray."

"Is this what you want?" He asked, slowly closing in on me.

I held my breath and tried my best to look further away from what he was right now. I still saw the him that I unashamedly started to rekindle the embers of my affection with.

Hell. I was more than determined to stay here. With him. I missed his arms, his kisses. I miss the way he smiled. The way he kept the laugh in when he was trying to be serious.

The gun touched my forehead, and I met his eyes, my lips parting, my lips slightly trembling.

"Are you hoping that I would leave?"

He shrugged. "Yes. I am hoping you want to preserve yourself for..."

"What? What else am I preserving myself for? You are my husband, Gray."

"I am a killer! I don't know mercy, I don't..."

"Then do it," I said simply, wrapping my hand around his and pulling the gun closer to me. His eyes met mine, and I gave a small shrug. "That is the only way I will let you go."