A Little Bit Married

Heaven's Greatest Treasures

I was honestly not sure when it first started, but at some point in time, I had started to look at Gray a little differently. Was it the first time he smiled at me? Was it when he kissed me? Was it when he stood up for me?

I wasn't sure, but a few times, I had caught myself wondering what would happen if all of this was real. If our I do was true, if our marriage was for eternity. I wondered how it would be if I wasn't just a stand-in wife.

If I didn't have to wonder what be thought of me, what he felt about me. If my place with him was secured by his own heart rather than a piece of paper. It had felt so appealing. To be truly wanted by Gray. To be truly loved by Gray.

I hadn't realized that at some point, I had started to feel loved by him. That I felt loved when he hugged me. That I felt loved when he kissed me. That I felt loved watching him make my favourite meal even after having such a long, crazy day. That I felt loved when he held my hand. When he said he couldn't lose me. When he asked me to take care of my heart.

All of this came rushing back as I watched him now, my lips parting, tears running steadily down my cheeks. He loves me. He is in love with me. He... Gray Gavin...

"I am sorry," he said, his voice low, his eyes taking me in. "I have to be selfish this one time."

I swallowed, words failing me no matter how hard I tried to come up with something to say back to him. Turns out I didn't even need to, as he gently pulled me to him, guiding my hand around his waist, his other hand cupping the right side of my neck, his thumb resting just above my jawline.

"Gray," I managed to whisper just before he kissed me, stealing my breath away.

It still felt so mew to be kissed by his, especially now that he has snapped out of the denial and admitted that he did, in fact, loved me. Even his taste was a little sweeter, his lips a little softer, his kisses a little better.

It felt like I had finally been granted access to heaven's greatest treasures, and I could bask in it as much as I could.

He slowly broke the kiss, his lips parting, his forehead resting on mine.

He swallowed, his eyes resting on my lips, his heartbeat so loud I could probably count along with each beat.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, his thumb caressing my jawline. "I love you, Angeline."

I swallowed hard, my body leaning a little closer, my eyes darting across both of his, my chest heaving.

"Don't say anything right now," he said, caressing my lips with his thumb. "Let me take you to bed."