“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I thought you were working tonight.” I placed a hand on my chest and felt the organ hammering beneath my touch.
“I got off early. I’d kindly ask you to stop bringing people back to the house.”
I scoffed. “It’s my home, and Matthew is hardly a stranger. He’s my boyfriend.”
Gray stalked towards me, and I backed myself away into the kitchen counter. He looked as livid as he had on the first night in the lab. The first time he’d cornered me in the kitchen.
“You smell of him,” he said, crowding my space. “It’s disgusting.”
I blushed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. “Well, move and then you can go back to creeping around in the shadows.”
As I went to move, he caged me in, placing his hands on either side of me and gripping the counter until his knuckles turned white.
“I heard you,” he whispered furiously. “I heard every fake moan.”
I looked up into his eyes. Something about the God of chaos and vengeance and destruction standing in front of me, completely pissed off, should have made me fold in on myself. But I’d grown so used to him and his temper.
Gray leaned into me, and I swallowed, not because I was worried but because I hadn’t been this close to his body in weeks, and I desperately craved for him to be closer.
He picked up on the thoughts, smirk gracing his face.
“He doesn’t satisfy your needs, does he, Scott?” Gray looked amused. I shoved him, but he didn’t move an inch. Instead, he came closer, leaning down and whispering, “He can’t make you scream the way I can.”
His lips brushed against my neck, and I took in a sharp breath.
“Quentin?” Matt’s voice rang out before he came into the kitchen.
Gray took a calm step away from me.
“What’s taking so long?” Matt asked, glancing between us both. “I was beginning to miss you.”
“She’s a human being, not a vital organ,” Gray informed him bluntly. “Unfortunately, you survived her absence.”
“This is a private conversation.”
“You’re in my house.”
“It’s Scott’s house.”
“I live here.”
“Here we go again,” I mumbled. “Matt, maybe you should head home.”
He gave me a look. “Are you going to be okay?”
“I always am.”
He let out a sigh and nodded. “You have my hoodie, babe.”
I grabbed the bottom of it, ready to pull it over my head, when Matt grabbed my hands and pulled me tight against him.
“Woah!” he said. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I hadn’t realised I was about to strip off with Gray there. I was used to him seeing me naked.
“Sorry,” I blushed. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“Oh, don’t apologise on my behalf. I think I’d rather enjoy the view,” Gray said smugly.
