Page 54 of Rebellion

“Take it off, Angel. Don’t make me hide anymore.”

I slipped my fingers under the edge of the mask and pulled it up and over his face.

Those eyes, that hair, his skin. I knew them all too well. He was my lover, my love, Sir, and yet not.

“Gray?”

He glanced at me and tugged at the cuff of his jacket. “Angel.”

I grabbed him around the neck and crushed my lips to his. He didn’t hesitate for a second returning the kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, dueling with mine. We were so frantic our teeth clacked together and I practically climbed up his body to get closer.

Gray, my Gray was here.

Finally.

I pulled away, tried my best to catch my breath, and slapped him across the face.

He didn’t flinch. “I deserved that.”

“That and a whole lot more.” My body and brain were in the midst of World War three-hundred. I didn’t know whether to kiss him, slap him, jump him, or kick him in the balls.

Gray smiled, even with a pink handprint blooming on his face, and ran the back of his hand down my cheek. “If it means being with you again, bring it on, Angel. Bring it on.”

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