A Little Bit Married

Meek

I gathered all of my courage to leave the dressing room, and Grey was standing outside. His body leaned back on the wall, and his face turned away from me. I swallowed hard as I slowly walked up to him, clasping my hands behind me.

"I am here."

He turned to me, then reached his hand out, his brows lightly drawn.

"I can..."

"Your hand, Angeline."

Like a meek little girl, I gave him my hand, and he collected it. He was cold, but I was warm, and it felt like we had found the perfect balance.

We took none of the shopping bags with us, and Grey asked for it all to be delivered home. I waited as he finalised everything, my hand still in his.

Once he was done, he led me to the car. I watched as he opened the backseat, then moved for me to go in.

I slowly and as elegantly as I could entered the backseat, and Gray fixed the train of my dress and leaned, his upper body going over my knees to adjust my dress.

I let my intrusive thought win and ran a fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit and letting a few strands fall over his forehead. He didn't react, but when he pulled away and closed the door, I saw the smile that lifted his lips and reached all the way to his eyes.