A Little Bit Married

Always

EVANGELINE'S P.O.V.

Maybe I had been dreaming. Maybe it was my own heart playing dumb little tricks on me, but I loved every single bit of it. The way Gray looked at me, the rain against my skin, the flow of his hand against my skin, his eyes on me.

I guess we both were little rule breakers, each of us wrecking our walls, the little bits of the broken hearts we had both brought with us recognising each other and merging under the heat, leaving us with just one heart between us. A little bit of his. A little bit of mine.

That hug lasted a long while, my hands tight around him, his hand tight around me, his face buried within my neck, his breaths fanning my skin.

The rain pelted down on us, but we just stood there, like we wanted the droplets that will bury deep within earth to bear witness. Like we wanted these promises to stay forever here, long after we were gone.

I slowly moved away from Gray but stayed close enough for my face to still rest on the edge of his neck, my lips slightly parted.

Suddenly, he leaned and pulled me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my gace buried in his neck.

I wasn't sure what to say to him anymore, one that would not give away just how much he lit me up inside and did things to my mind that not even Kevin who I had thought was the ultimate had done to me.

There was a stark difference between them, and while Gray was a man who would stand by me no matter what, Kevin had been a mummy's boy who only listened to his mother every time she broke my self esteem and crumbled me to pieces.

"That being said," Gray suddenly said, moving away to meet my eyes. "No flowers from any other men."

I broke into a laugh, my hand causally cupping the nape of his neck. "For goodness sake, Gray. Are you still jealous?"

He nodded, his eyes darting across mine. "He brought you roses before I did."

"I prefer your roses, though, and I don't even care to know who it is."

He nodded slowly. "Do you want to go in? I don't want you catching a cold."

I nodded. "I ruined my dress."

"It was for me," he said, running his hands down my back as he led me towards the entrance of the hospital.

"It was worth it."

He gave me a small smile, his fingers playing with my hair and gently caressing my back as he walked up towards the room.

Kris was sleeping peacefully, and Gray turned to me, his lips brushing mine lightly as he did. His eyes slightly widened before he immediately looked away, but I had caught the red in his cheeks.

It made me smile, and I leaned closer, my face resting against the side of his face, a small breath escaping me.

"When I was taking a shower earlier... I was wondering about something."

"Tell me, princess."

I felt my knees weakening just by his voice, and it was honestly the best type of torture.

"Well... I was wondering how it would feel if you were in there with me, too."

He turned to look at me, the tip of my nose brushing his, my lips a tiny distance away from his, my lashes combing his every time I took a breath.

"Do you want to find out?" He asked, his eyes searching the depths of labyrinth in my eyes, his hand slowly moving on my thigh, his lips lightly covering the distance, but never quite reaching the end.

"Yes," I whispered as he opened the door of the bathroom, his lips lightly pecking the edge of my lips.

He turned back to the bathroom and then nodded. "Is there anything you want me to grab for you, then?"

"A towel," I said simply.

He slowly dropped me, his eyes taking me in as he leaned away, then tension between us heightening to the very high heavens.

He gave a small smile before he walked away, and I turned to the small mirror in the bathroom.

I was soaking wet, my hair in thin strands, my cheeks reddened. I felt my breath hitch as I heard his footsteps.

I immediately reached for the shower and turned it on, then leaned back, my eyes falling on the shower as the water pelted down on me, my hair sticking to my neck and shoulders, the sleeves of my dress slowly falling off my shoulders due to the pressure of the water.

I held my breath as the door opened, and I turned to Geay. He was still in his soaked white shirt, a few buttons open to reveal skin underneath.

He said nothing as he hung the robes, then closed the door and walked towards me, his hand gently snaking around my waist, his eyes focused on the mirror.

I bit down on my lips as I watched our reflection, my heart pounding hard.

"I think you always belonged with me," he whispered against my earlobe, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. "I think you were always mine to begin with."

I bit down on my lips a little harder, then slowly nodded. "I could say the same for you, Gray."

"You precious little thing," he whispered, laughing agsidnt my ear, his hands now playing with the edge of the sleeves of my dress.

I turned back to him, and his eyes looked up to meet mine. They were dark and intense, and I leaned up, kissing his lips lightly.

He gave a small smirk before his hand went up to the other aide of my face, pulling me close, kissing my breaths, my fears and my inhibitions away, his other hand pushing the sleeve of my dress down, and caressing the skin that came up right after.