A Little Bit Married

Trust

Gray was shirtless, with nothing but a rove wrapped around him. He had pulled the robe down somehow, esposing the tos of his back. His back was turned to the door when I walked in, and from the faint smoke I could see rising against the glass window he was standing in front of, I could tell he was holding a cigarette.

"You have smoked more in two days than the entire month we have been married."

He didn't answer for a while as he let out a smoke, and I saw his back expand and contract as he sucked in a breath and then let it out.

"I thought I found a distraction that was worth it."

"Grey," I started to say, taking a step towards him.

He turned to me, his eyes thin, the cigarette firm between his right index and middle finger. I swallowed hard, unable to cover the distance anymore, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

"What do you want, Evangeline?"

I swallowed. "I thought you agreed to always call me Angeline."

He turned away, and for a while, he said nothing.

"Grey, I..."

"That was back when you trusted me, Evangeline. Back when you believed me to be right over anyone else."

He turned again, and the pain I saw in his eyes made me feel even worse about the decisions I had made so hastily.