A Little Bit Married

Breakfast

Gray was still in the shower when I came back up, and I quickly changed into a robe and got into bed, my legs outstretched, my back against the headboard.

He came out twenty minutes later, and I was more than glad that I had been here for the scene. He was wearing a towel around his waist, his hair falling down in front of his face, his upper body completely within sight for me to see.

"I am sure the bed is wet," he said slowly, watching me.

I shrugged. It is wet, and I still don't know how I had rationalised the thought of sitting in it. I met his eyes, and they were filled with amusement, his lips slightly upturned.

I broke into a laugh. And he joined, shaking his head slowly. He gave me a hand, and I took it immediately, letting him pull me out of bed.

Without a word, he pulled me out of the room and to the room right next to it on the right. I could remember that Samantha's bridal suite had been on the left.

He opened the door and slowly let me in, then closed the door behind us. It was a much lighter room than his, and I slowly walked towards the canopy bed.

"This is pretty."

He was standing by the door still, his eyes dark as he watched me, his lips slightly pursed.

"Tonight has been... pretty eventful. Do you want a drink?"

He bit down on his lips. "I really did kill him, Angeline."

I swallowed hard. "What did he do?"

He slightly gritted his teeth, then met my eyes again. "He drugged Samantha. And almost slept eith her while..."

"Gray."

I slowly stood up, my chest heaving. "Why are you tormenting yourself over a man like that?"

He went silent again before he slowly met my eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheeks, and he bit down on his bottom lip.

"She lied, Angeline. She wasn't intoxicated. She was cheating. It was the first time. I went to prison for it. I went to asylum for the nightmares. And I came home. I don't hate that I killed him. I hate that I killed him for nothing. I hate that I.... "

Tears immediately filled my eyes, my fists clenching.

"I only found out a year ago when she was cheating with your man. That I did all that for nothing. That his blood..."

"Gray..."

"I spilt it for nothing."

His eyes closed, and he went silent again.

"Gray," I said, pulling closer. "I am sorry."

He gave a small laugh. "This... I hear hell begging for my soul, Angeline. I hear the angels cursing my name. I have done much worse than just killing a man, but... not for nothing. I have brought a man to his knees, but not for nothing. I hate the times I thought I was doing the right thing. I hate the minute I drew my gun. And I hate just how innocent you are."

"I am... Gray, I..."

"I mean," he said, interrupting me. "I thought I would end up with a woman just as soiled as I am. What if I don't make it to heaven where you belong?"

I let out a shaky sigh, then slowly spread my arms. "Hell doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

He broke into a small laugh, then covered the distance to me. Without a word, he leaned to me, his lips gently brushing mine, his other hand cupping my waist.

I sighed into his lips, and he gently moved me back, my back pushing the curtains around the bed as I slowly lay on the mattress. He came to lie right above me, his fingers gently running down my cheek.

"So hell it is?"

I nodded. "I don't think heaven likes me much right now."

"Oh, I do," he said, his finger running across my lips. "I do like you."

"That will be all that matters from now on."

He smiled, his lips curled up in a beautiful smile. He might have wanted to say something, but I leaned and kissed his lips instead, putting the words away for when the emotions were not so high.

He kissed me back fervently, his hands gently around my neck, his hair teasing my forehead, the mist of his body wet against my palm.

Heaven was the last thing on my mind right now.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Gray wad asleep, his face buried in my neck, his lips slightly pursed. His hair was ruffled, and I slowly pushed through the strands, my eyes taking in his face.

He was far from innocent even in his sleep. He looked absolutely like someone who could kill. Just with reason. He wasn't senseless. He was fierce. Beautiful.

I got out of bed slowly and went downstairs. The mess of pictures and glass was still there as I hadn't had enough time to clean it up. The last thing I wanted was for Gray to see all of these in the morning.

So, for the next two hours, I cleaned it all up, fixing every single thing that had been thrown away and discarding every broken piece of glass.

By the time I finished, it was already sunrise. I made it to the kitchen and decided to make breakfast, even though I knew the maids would do it.

It took another two hours to make a few doughnuts and a small breakfast. I had just started rounding up when Gray came downstairs.

He was wearing only black trousers, his hair all over, his eyes thin. He had black dress shoes on, too, and was holding a hanger of his black shirt and a jacket.

I held my breath as he turned to me, then slowly covered the distance.

"What are you doing?"

I shrugged, gesturing to the spread of food. "I was making breakfast."

He didn't say anything as he turned to me. "I need you to come with me, Angeline."