Nothing to lose

Chapter 14: Mia

Did he just?...

I held Grey's gaze waiting for him to tell me that he was joking.

He had to be.

There was no way Greyson McNamara wants to date me?

"Mia?" he spoke my name softly.

I felt like I was on the brink of having heart failure. Why did it feel like all the oxygen had suddenly been sucked out of the room?

Oh gosh! The tiny people in the control room located in my brain must be receiving a lot of "warning" and "error" messages.

"Y-y-you..." Damn it! Where were my words? I tightly closed my eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths.

I felt Grey's hands cradle my face, and my eyes slowly flickered open.

There was this unmistakable electricity zinging from his fingertips.

"Yes, Mia. I want to be with you." The words flew out of his mouth like it was the easiest thing for him to say.

I inhaled sharply.

I was not freaking out.

I would not freak out.

Who was freaking out?

NOT ME! NO! NO! NO!

"Do you like me too?" Grey rushed to add. "I mean..." He took a deep breath as if he was trying to muster the courage to continue. I almost found it hard to believe that Greyson was all nervous. That was totally not like him. "Do you like me as more than just your best friend?" His Caribbean blue eyes searched mine for the answer that I was having trouble giving him.

There were a crap ton of words dancing around in my head, but my brain was malfunctioning to the point that I couldn't seem to put any of them together to form sentences.

I wanted to ask if he was for real. Never mind the fact that he straight up confessed. I still couldn't believe it.

"No. No, you don't!" I blurted out, and I wanted to slap myself for it.

Grey's eyebrows knitted together, creating that cute little wrinkle in the middle of his forehead. I was confusing him.

I had confused my damn myself.

I felt one of his thumbs gently brush across my cheek, giving me goosebumps up and down my spine.

"You don't believe me?" Grey caught on quickly.

I shook my head. "All of this is quite unbelievable," I murmured.

Maybe even too good to be true.

"No, it's not. And you didn't answer my question, Mia." He gave me a hint of a smile. Small enough to express that he was trying to be patient and understanding.

How did he make confessing look so effortless?

"I don't know how to say this...?" I started. Instantly, I knew that was the wrong way to begin when a frown formed on Grey's lips, and he tore his eyes away from mine.

His hands slipped from my face, and he began to pull away.

"Are you saying you don't have feelings for me?" he mumbled under his breath. His shoulder's dropped with defeat.

God, I was an idiot.

"Grey..." I tried again.

"It's fine," he replied in a clipped tone before he got up. "Never mind. I'm going to my room." He began to walk off.