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I fumble with them, growing more and more frustrated by the second. “Gray!”

A few seconds later, he’s at the closed door. “Yeah?”

“I need help with this shirt.”

The door swings open, and he walks inside. For a second, his steps falter, his eyes tracking my body. He clears his throat when I hold my wrist out to him, and he quickly and effortlessly takes the cuff links off. I strip the rest of my shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

Fuck this stupid tux and fuck Josh.

I unbutton my pants and start pushing them down my legs when Gray turns around and faces the door. I almost laugh at that. It’s not like I haven’t changed in front of him a hundred times over the years. Although, I guess it has been a while. Not since I started dating Josh.

At just the thought of him, a fresh wave of humiliation washes over me. Ugh. What is that guy’s fucking problem?

Pulling the sweats Gray handed me up, I tie the drawstring to keep them on my hips, then I grab the t-shirt and tug it over my head. It’s comically big on me, but it’s a lot more comfortable than my tux. “I’m dressed.”

Grayson turns back around, his gaze sweeping over me again before his lips quirk up in a little grin.

“Are you gonna change? Not gonna lie, seeing you in that stupid tux just pisses me off because it makes me think of Josh.”

The grin falls away, and Grayson nods. “Yep. I’ll go change right now. Meet you back in the living room?”

My ice cream is probably half melted by now. “Yeah, I’ll get something queued up.”

All I’ve gotta say is Gray better not leave me waiting. I might actually go on a murder spree if he tries. At this point, I can’t handle one more man pulling some stupid shit on me.

When I get back into the living room, I grab the remote, turning the TV on.

I’m scrolling through the options when he strolls back in.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, plopping down on the couch next to me.

“This, maybe.” I gesture toward the TV with the remote. I have Insidious pulled up. I’ve seen it a bunch of times, but it’s a bit of a comfort movie for me. I know how that makes me sound.

“Works for me.”

I hit play, then pick up my ice cream before settling into the couch. If anything, Grayson’s probably happy I chose this. He’s watched it with me so many times that I’m sure the jump scares won’t even get him anymore.

Eating my ice cream, I get lost in the movie. It really is exactly what I needed. At least until I start thinking about what comes next.

“I’m homeless now,” I blurt out halfway through.

Grayson’s head snaps in my direction. “What do you mean?”

I wave my spoon in the air. My ice cream ran out ages ago, but I’ve kept hold of my spoon. Figured using it as a fidget toy was preferable to chewing a hole in my bottom lip or tearing up my cuticles. Which reminds me, I’m extra mad about that. I was doing so well with my nails.

I glance down at my hands, staring at the jagged edges of the nails I picked off while standing there waiting for Josh.

“Harlow.”

Oh, right. I shift on the couch until I can face him. “I’m homeless now. That’s wild.”

His brows draw together. “You’re not homeless.”

“My fiancé left me at the altar, Gray. I lived with that fiancé. Even if he comes crawling back, I’m not moving back in with him. In fact, I need to go get my shit.”

How’s that gonna work? I really don’t want to see Josh at all. I guess I could ask Gray to go with me, or I could just have my dad do it. He would in a heartbeat. I have no doubt.

“As long as I have a home, so do you,” Gray says quietly, interrupting my internal spiral. “Wouldn’t be the first time we lived together.”