❝ 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 got a smile on her face and a knife in her hand She don't look too sane when she acts like that — Dancer in The Dark by Chase Atlantic
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"Good morning, Shortcake."
I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart swelled at the sight of a shirtless Gray entering the kitchen. I doubt I would ever get used to seeing him without a shirt or naked. At least I was permitted to drool over him openly without worrying about what people would say. He was my boyfriend, after all.
He looked as tired as I felt with his disheveled hair and dark circles beneath his blazing green eyes. We had a long night with the others, only going to bed at around four in the morning when we were at the very edge of mental exhaustion.
"Coffee?" I offered with a smile.
He placed a hand down on the countertop and lowered his head to kiss me on the forehead. "Yes, please," he said in a husky whisper.
Ignoring the flutter of my stomach, I kissed him on the lips, then jumped out of the barstool and shuffled across the kitchen to where the coffee machine was. It took me half an hour this morning to figure out the complexity of such a device. These things were obviously not meant for me.
As I opened the jar of coffee beans, Gray wrapped his arms around me.
"How long did it take for you to figure this out?" he teasingly asked.
"Half an hour."
"Impressive." He tipped my chin up, then kissed my forehead and nose, allowing a giggle to escape from my lips. "I thought you would at least sleep in for a bit today," he said.
I whirled around to face him. "To be honest, I was a little restless."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Just...you know..." I mumbled, my fingers fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants. "I feel bad that we brought Liam and Victoria into this."
