A Little Bit Married

Heat and Jealousy

I finally let go of Gray, and he gently leaned away, then kissed my forehead again.

"I will be right back."

I nodded, reluctantly letting him go. I watched his back as he got to the door, then turned to me, a small smile lifting his lips before he turned away and closed the door behind him.

I sat in bed, my eyes staring off at the closed door, my chest heaving lightly. I turned away, my heart unable to take the memories, my eyes stinging with renewed tears. Why now? Why right now of all times?

I leaned back, staring off at the ceiling. My body still felt weak, and I hated that b***h Victoria for doing this to me, but.... it all seemed like nothing in the face of the cruel trick my own kind had played on me.

I wasn't sure how long I stayed there just staring off at the white ceiling, but I heard the door click open. I turned, and Gray was walking in, balancing a brown bag in one hand and his phone on the other.

I sat up, watching as he came to me, then out the brown bag down and sat next to me in bed. He soon removed the phone from his ear and put it down, then turned to me.

"How do you feel?"

I nodded slowly, my eyes falling on the bandage on his neck. "Were you injured trying to break down the door?"

He shook his head as he opened up the packaged food and handed me a set of cutleries.

"How, then?"

He met my eyes, then shrugged. "She attacked me with a pair of scissors."

My eyes widened, and I wasn't sure how feral I could have gone had he not immediately held me down, his eyes holding mine.

"It wasn't serious. She was carted away to an asylum, and I will be pressing charges against the TV station."

"I am sorry," I said a few seconds later, my mind still in an angry haze, but with more clarity than when he had first broken it to me.

"You didn't do anything."

I nodded. "I...you didn't want to go to the interview and..."

"And I could have stood by that decision but didn't. It's not your fault."

He brought a spoonful to my mouth, and I sloely took it. He watched me eat before handing me a bottle of water.

"You didn't recognize her at all?"

He shook his head. "Recognize her?"

"She knows you," I said, taking a sip. "She was in the same mental facility, and she said she was with you and..."

"I was in an exclusive room. She was lying to you."

"She said she sent the roses the other day, and they were most probably laced. That she was sending interview invites all the time, hoping you would come."

Gray stopped, his brows furrowed as he met my eyes. "I don't remember her at all. She doesn't ring a bell."

"Well, she does now," I said, taking from the spoon he was offering me. "We would both remember her ad the craziest b***h to ever live."

Gray gave a small laugh. "Are you that pissed with her because she hurt you or because she wanted me?"

I stopped, meeting his eyes. Humor was heavily laced in there, and he seemed to be having the time of his life.

I rolled my eyes and turned away, knowing I would hate the girl much less if she just hated me for any other reason but the fact that Gray was married to me.

"Look at me, Angeline," he said, and I turned slowly to him, my eyes meeting his.

He gently put the food away, his hand cupping the edge of my neck as he leaned closer, till our breaths mixed, till his breath prayed upon my skin.

"Ten thousand Victorias could exist, and I would still comfortably belong to you."

I felt heat rise up my entire body, and the intensity of his gaze on me, the way his thumb was running against my neck slowly, the proximity of his lips to mine, the way he held me in place, none of it was helping.

"I know," I admitted, leaning in even closer. Like I liked to play with fire. "I just... can't help being jealous. I could almost feel bile in my throat when she pulled her dress down, knowing my husband was right..."

He covered the distance, taking my lips in his, hisbhand still gently cupping my neck, his other hand resting on my waist. I sighed into the kiss and leaned even closer, my chest heaving hard, my worries evaporating with each new depth he explored within me, with each mew high we reached together.

I slowly rested my hand on his hand and then let him just stay on my waist for a few seconds before I gently pulled his hand, guiding him upwards.

He didn't break the kiss or ask what I was doing. He just let me run his hand up my waist, my stomach, and then, finally, my chest.

I let his hand go to let him take control again while I wrapped nothing hands around his shoulders, my back arching into him, my fingers pushing into his hair.

He was slow with getting accustomed to the sudden change in the innocence level of our kisses, but soon enough, he deepened the kiss and pushed me back till my back hit the head rest, his hand gently kneading my chest.

I let out a small moan in his lips, and it felt it pushed him a little wilder because he slowly bit down on my lower lip, then leaned away, kissing my neck slowly, all the while working his hands in my chest.

I threw my head back, a moan escaping me as I dug my hand in his back, and I could feel air reaching my shoulders and the tops of my chest.

His kisses went lower down my neck, past the V spot, past the shoulders, and lower and lower. I held my breath, anticipating it, his hand still gently kneading.

Just when I thought I would break to pieces with anticipation, the door suddenly opened.

I gave a small gasp as Gray immediately moved away from me, standing, his hands pushed into his pockets, his hair a mess from the amount of times I had pushed my fingers through it, his breaths ragged.

I could barely think as I adjusted the hospital gown I was wearing, just as the doctor walked in, a small smile on his face.