A Little Bit Married

Tomorrow

I gently trimmed the flowers and slowly put them in a vase one by one. Gray watched me from the edge of the bed, his eyes focused on what I was doing, his brows slightly drawn.

I turned to him, catching his eyes for a moment. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He looked up, then gave a small shrug. "I just want to see how I should bring the flowers to you next time."

I blinked, then turned to him. "You could bring them in a bouquet."

"And then you will have to sort them."

I watched him for a long minute, then smiled as I turned away. "I feel like I am running between two opposite directions whenever I talk to you."

"What do you mean?"

I pulled out the last flower and started to cut off the stem when a forgotten thorn pierced my finger, immediately drawing blood.

I gave a small yelp, but before I could even drop the flower, Gray had crossed over to me, grabbing the flower away from me and throwing it on the floor.

"Gray," I managed to say before he pulled my finger close, sucking it in between his lips. I froze in place, my eyes meeting his as he cursed under his breath and walked out of the room.

I just stood there, my finger warm, the pain pushed back to the very back of my mind, my chest heaving as I thought of him in that one moment.

The door opened, and he walked back in, immediately cleaning my hand, applying a balm, and then a bandaid on it.

I watched him throughout, the emotions passing in his eyes, from worry to a slight anger that seemed more directed at the flower and himself than at me.

I slowly reached out to cup his face, and he looked up to my eyes, his chest slightly heaving with the adrenaline, his eyes wide.

"It was just a tiny cut, Gray."

He bit down on his lips and looked down to my hand again. He let out a breath, his brows furrowing lightly as he met my eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, my fingers lightly caressing his face. "I have never felt better."

He sighed, then slowly let go of my hand and took a step back. He brought his hand to his lips and wiped it away, his eyes moving towards innocence and true fear.

"I am sorry. I wasn't thinking."

I gave a small smile. "This is exactly what I meant. I feel like I am moving between two opposite directions. Between fire and ice. Between burning desire and ice cold nonchalance."

He swallowed, his eyes meeting mine. "Burning desire is where you are at. Ice cold nonchalance is for the people who are not you."

I chuckled to myself, making it appear like my heart wasn't beating thrice more than the normal rate, my breath slightly shaky.

He covered the distance again, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips. For the very first time in my life, I wasn't trying to hide away from the rain. I was right here, a greater force taking control of me. Of my body, of my fears.

His hand held my shoulder, and then caressed his way up to my neck, his eyes still holding mine.

"I want this," he whispered. "I come with a lot of baggage, but I want this. My mind has never bern clearer than the moment I saw you turn your back on me. I want this, Evangeline. I don't know what it is, but I am sure I want it. Surer than I am about the rain outside."

I nodded, moving closer, my head leaning up to him. "I do, too."

He didn't kiss me or anything, but the way he looked at me was more than enough. Like I was delicate. Like he wanted to make sure I would never have to feel the way that I did earlier.

It was horrible having to turn my back on him. It was horrible having to make a decision that didn't involve being by his side and honouring my promises.

"We are two fools, aren't we?"

He broke into a laugh and shook his head. "I am the fool for thinking what I wanted was to be lost.

"What do you want, Gray?"

"I want to be found," he answered, his voice low, his eyes full of conviction like he had thought about it, and he was completely sure. "I want you to find me."

I nodded. "What are we going to do about..."

"Shh..." He said, his finger gently pressing down on my lips as he leaned closer to me. "Not right now."

I nodded again, wrapping my hand around his back. His skin felt smooth against my palm, and I let out a small sigh. I had missed it. From the time in the car down to now, I had missed him.

"Let's get you tucked in. I will watch you so you don't have to worry about the storm."

I laughed. "How do you know I am scared of storms?"

He ran his hand down my hair. "I saw you once."

My brows furrowed. I had expected any other explanation, just not that one. He had seen me once?

My brows furrowed. "At a coffee shop where I worked part time."

He nodded. "It was the third time I had met you. Well, seen you. But it was raining on that day, and I could see you grasping for something to close your ears. You were crouching against the glass and your eyes closed..."

I broke into a laugh. "So you were stalking me."

He shrugged. "I wanted to see who Kevin's woman was. Then later, I wanted to know you were. It just so happened."

I bit down on my lips as I leaned closer, pushing everything out of my mind.

"Kiss me," I whispered, my eyes meeting his.

He let his eyes dart across both of mine before he leaned in and took my lips, his breaths hot against mine, his fingers pushing through me.

Please. Please. I need tomorrow to stay tomorrow. I need the sun to never rise on us.