❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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She said, where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I'm not lookin' for somebody With some superhuman gifts — Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers
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Gray invited me over to his house for dinner.
I shamelessly expected to see a medieval-looking palace, but what greeted me instead was a beautiful, modern glass mansion that stood gloriously on top of a hill. We entered through a tall, black gate with a golden 'S' at the center and drove a kilometer up until circling a fountain beaded with fully bloomed marigold bushes.
"There's someone I want you to meet," Gray said.
I swallowed hard. "Your father?"
"If he's around."
We walked through the deep shade up to the porch. The front door was as wide as it was tall. It was not the standard rectangular shape but the sort of archway that brought every eye upward, and it caused a strange mix of anxiety and excitement to course through me.
"What if your family won't like me?" I quavered, my eyes widening at the thought.
"That's impossible," he chuckled, kissing my hair.
He opened the door, revealing the most breathtaking house I'd ever seen. It was vast and spacious, and everything from the walls to the tiled floors, to the high-beamed ceilings and thick carpets, were varying shades ranging from a soft white to a light brown. The large windows were opened, the summer breeze filling the house with the remarkable scent of wood and trees.
"Mr. Bunny, you're home!" A little girl, who looked to be about seven or eight, with shiny golden hair and piercing green eyes sprinted towards Gray, stopping on her heels right in front of us.
"Little bunny," Gray chuckled, snaking a hand around my waist. "This is Summer."
"Oh dear," she gasped in realization. "You look even lovelier than what Gray described."
I turned to Gray with an eyebrow raised, and he glanced down at me with his lips lifted into a sheepish smile.
"I was speaking facts," he shrugged before turning back to the little girl. "Where's mother and father, little bunny?"
