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Gray slept a lot longer than I did. He’s still asleep now, actually. After we had sex last night, he accused me of trying to suck his soul out through his cock—which… rude—then he passed out.

I was up for a while after that. Not because he didn’t wear me out too, but because I was too busy watching him to fall asleep. It’s a new thing I’m doing. Not by choice. Not consciously, anyway. I just find myself watching him, and he’s so hot and beautiful and sweet and perfect that I can’t help it.

If anything, it’s his fault. If he doesn’t want me looking at him, he’s gonna have to be… less. Less sweet. Less attractive. Less attentive to my needs. Just less.

But I don’t actually want that at all. If anything, I want the opposite. I’m starting to worry I have a crush on my fucking husband. Wildly embarrassing. Wildly problematic. This is Gray. We’ve been friends for so long now that I don’t know how to function without him. I don’t even want to try.

I’m aware it’s codependent, but we can both function on our own, so who’s it hurting? No one. Well, except for maybe me in a couple of months when he’s not my husband anymore, and I have to figure out how to make him just Grayson instead of husband.

Almost like he can sense me, his eyes flutter open, and I avert my gaze.

“I can tell you’re staring at me,” he says, his voice a low grumble that goes straight to my cock. Still on its whore shit today, I see.

I don’t know why it even surprises me anymore. It’s like watching myself kiss Gray awakened me. Not a gay awakening. That was Taylor Lautner. It wasn’t until I was fifteen and got the nerve to come out to him that Grayson realized my obsession with sparkly vampires wasn’t about the vampires at all.

I’m getting off track. The point is that kissing Grayson awakened something new in me, and just like back then, I’m obsessed.

Only this time, it’s not a fictional werewolf. It’s my very real best friend. Who fucks like a god and kisses me like it’s the last thing he’ll do. Like he’s starving, and I’m the only thing that will sate him.

It’s a problem.

“Are you not gonna talk to me?”

Oops. “Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s rare that you stay mute the morning after.”

My eyebrows draw together, and I turn my attention back to Grayson. He’s watching me in amusement, his lips tilted up in a small grin.

“What do you mean?”

I have to resist the urge to close my eyes when he laughs. The sound of his laughter has always been one of my favorite things, but now it’s even more amplified. I could listen to it forever. See what I mean? This is becoming a real problem.

Wrapping his arm around me, he tugs me down to him, and I collapse against his chest with an oomph. He slips his fingers into my knotted hair, making little circles on my scalp, and I practically turn into goo.

“After I fuck you real good, you always get real quiet,” he says softly. “Normally by morning, you’re back to being a chatterbox.”

I frown. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. You don’t like to hear me talk?”

Gray’s fingers freeze in my hair for a second before he starts back up with his gentle massage. “Your voice is one of my favorite sounds in the universe.”

My heart thunders. See, that’s the kind of shit I’m talking about right there. Why is my heart going all haywire when he says stuff like that to me?

I don’t even know what to say, so I just hum.

Gray uses his grip to tilt my head back and presses his lips to mine before tapping me on the ass. “Alright, we’ve gotta get moving.”

Ugh. I don’t want to move. I wanna stay here. “Why?”

He hums, brushing his nose over mine before sitting up and nearly knocking me off him. He ignores my glare and stretches. Which pretty much wipes my glare away because, goddamn, his muscles look good.

“Because you decided to let our parents plan a reception, and now we have to be there too.”

I groan. Bad enough that I already planned a wedding. Now I’ve gotta help plan a second reception?

He laughs, tossing the blankets off himself and standing up. A naked Grayson is always at the top of my stuff I want to see list, and I watch as he walks into the bathroom, his ass flexing and his back muscles rippling.

That fucking ass of his is obscene. Ugh. One of these days, I’m gonna bury my face between his ass cheeks and make him come with just my tongue. But not today. Today I have to help our moms to plan a damn reception and hope and pray I can get them to agree to do it soon enough that it’s before the end of our marriage.