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The drive was quiet, and even though I tried to keep my mind quiet, Gray's fingers were constantly touching mine, flaming my thoughts over and over again. I turned to him, and he had his hand propped up on his elbow, his chin resting on his hand, his eyes thin as he watched me. I immediately turned away again, remembering his words from the dance floor and immediately heating up. I bit down on my lips and moved my hand away from his, my fingers nipping at each other, my chest heaving hard. "So?" He asked suddenly, his voice low. "You haven't said a single word in ages." I cleared my throat. "I am mostly a quiet person." Gray broke into a laugh. "Well then, excuse me. I must have taken the wrong wife." I gave a small sigh. "Maybe stop staring at me, and I would feel comfortable about