A Little Bit Married

A Fire

I gave a small laugh, shaking my head lightly as I continued to fix his wounds. He let out a small sigh, then leaned back, his eyes closing, his hand still holding on to mine. He was warm, and I liked the way he held on to me. It made me feel like he didn't want to let go, and for someone who had been let go of one too many times, nothing felt better than this.

His phone started to ring, and he gave a small sigh as he opened his eyes, then turned towards the table.

"Let me take this call, sweetie."

I nodded and stepped back, and he picked the call, his brows furrowed.

"This is Gray."

His voice was low, and the peculiar way he always answered calls made me c***k up.

I turned away to put the stained cotton buds away when his voice, an octave higher now, and filled with confusion.

"What?"

I turned to him, my brows furrowing, the anxiety in his voice immediately sending my nerves into a jumble.

He slowly dropped the phone, his lips slightly parted.

"What's wrong? What happened, Gray?"

He looked up, his chest slightly heaving. "There... there was a fire."

My brows furrowed. "A fire? Where?"

"In Althea's residence. My... no... Sylvia's son was there, too."