he said, yawning and reaching for me. He looked at me oddly when I tried to pull the sheet closer to my body. “Promise, I’ve seen you naked already,” he reminded me. I blushed. I felt ridiculous. Of course there was no reason for me to cover up in front of him. “I know. But…” My voice trailed off. Bad things started to cloud my mind. The things Winston had said and done to me. The day he’d stripped me and forced me to stand in front of the mirror as he said vile words about my bruised, naked body. “Hey,” Gray said softly, sitting up. “Baby, no. Shit, I forget sometimes.” He stroked my hair. “You can tell me. You don’t have to, but you can. You can say anything to me, Promise. I love you.” No. There were some things I couldn’t form into words. There were some things I didn’t want him to know. Grayson didn’t push me any further. He held me for a few minutes and then got out of bed, unbothered by his casual nudity as he searched the floor with a determined look. Finally he smiled and picked up my dress. “Your gown, my lady.” We ate the leftover cinnamon rolls I’d brought the day before and Grayson shyly asked me what my plans were for the day.
