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He groans, and from where I’m lying, it looks like he’s running his hands through his hair. “Princess, I promised I’d stay here all night, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. I don’t want to leave and you have a nightmare or anything.”
When I don’t say anything, he continues, “I really am sorry, and if I made you feel uncomfortable, I?—”
I groan. “You didn’t. I’m fine.”
He snaps. “Fine. Well, I’m going to sit here until the sun comes up and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
I turn to my side, away from him. There’s a coldness in the room, and I can feel the tears start to roll down my cheek. I pull the covers up over my body and wipe my tears on the sheet. Greyson doesn’t want me. The quicker I come to terms with that, the better off I’ll be.
CHAPTER 8
GUNNER
I pace back and forth outside Alice’s bedroom door.
I woke up early this morning and went downstairs to put my plan into action. After making a few phone calls and sending a few texts, I found myself back upstairs. I’ve had the debate with myself on whether I should wake Alice up or not, but I’m running out of time. She needs to be up, or she’s going to be late.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I don’t even look at it. I turn the alarm off and take a deep breath, then knock on her door.
When she doesn’t answer, I push the door open and hear the shower going. I close the bedroom door behind me and sit down on the chair in the corner.
Being here in this room, I can’t help but think about last night. Having Alice in my arms was everything I imagined it would be. I let myself believe that this could be my life and I could have the right to hold her next to me. We could laugh together, love together, and make a future together. It’s everything I could want.
The shower shuts off, and I sit up a little taller. “Alice,” I call out. I don’t want to spook her.
She peeks out the bedroom door. “Grey… what are you doing here?”
I stand up and put my hands in the front pocket of my jeans. She has a towel wrapped around her curvy body, and without even trying, I have flashbacks from last night. I can recall every freckle, every curve, and every beautiful bare inch of skin.
She tilts her head. “Grey?”
I shake my head and bring myself to the present. I pull the gift from my pocket and hold it out to her. “Happy Birthday.”
She blinks up at me. “Thanks.” She looks down at herself and then back at me. “You can just set it down on the dresser.”
Taken aback, I pull myself together and then set the small box on the dresser and then stuff my hands back into my jeans. It’s either that or I’m going to reach for her.
“Thank you again… for saving me, I mean.”
I nod. “I will always save you.”
She holds the towel tightly around her. “Uh, is there something else?”
I nod, hating the cold shoulder she’s giving me, but I don’t blame her. I practically violated her in her sleep last night. I woke up with my cock piercing her backside and my hand cupping her breast. She didn’t deserve that. She sought me out for comfort, and instead I added to her stress.
Awkwardly, I pull my hands from my pockets and cross my arms over my chest. “I have a surprise for you.”
She’s already shaking her head. “No, I don’t need any surprises.”
I take a step toward her. “I scheduled you a day at the spa.”
She bites her lower lip and smiles. “You what?”
I nod, loving that she’s smiling at me. “Yeah, and you’re going with Emily and Lexi. They should be here any minute.”
Her face lights up, and then she frowns. “Why?”
I shake my head, not understanding. “Why what?”
