Once again, I wake up without Gray by my side. I remain silent, gathering my senses before attempting to start my morning routine. I exhale a long breath, remembering what we did last night, which immediately prompts me to touch my slightly swollen and warm lips with my fingertips.

Even now, in my bed, I can still sense Gray's lingering scent. I exhale my frustration, not knowing what possessed me last night to almost force Gray to attack me like that. I push back the covers, realizing I can't keep daydreaming like this. I need to get ready for school, or Rex will start complaining and whining about my habitual...