I wanted to ask Greyson what was happening, but he rubbed my hair gently and said, "Go to sleep."

Why did this doting tone sound like he was comforting his girlfriend?

I looked at him, my eyes searching, peering into his mask, trying to see who he was, but I couldn't. And it frustrated the hell out of me.

"Are you so ugly that you dare not show your face?"

Was he too afraid to pursue me openly? Worried I would immediately turn him down?

"Don't tell me you have a lot of zits on your face."

He remained silent.

grabbed my hand, put it

smooth and firm skin,

only man

man was actually Griffon. Everything about him reminded me of Griffon. Whether it was the way he touched me or the tone of his speech, he was so

that he never wanted

ask, "You can't be Griffon, can you?" The man patted me on the back and paused for a moment. "Do you want me to be him?" He didn't admit it or deny

thought about it, not wanting him to be able to see my face. If the man was Griffon and I admitted that I wanted it to be him,

his personality, he would probably be angry if I said I didn't want

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