Grey's pov

Her question struck me like an undercut that was aimed at my stomach and I forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds as I just stared into her eyes and she pierced into mine with her own, my left foot was rumpled as I was curling it unconsciously into my shaking fist and guilt was beginning to overwhelming when she asked that question.

Did I still love her?

I thought that after everything that had happened to me I had finally been able to quench the burning passion that I had for her. I thought that was probably why I was able to hold on even...