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.

put it on his

no acne. Just smooth and firm skin, and

the only man

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

Griffon had made it very clear that he never wanted to see me again.

to 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

to see my face. If the man was Griffon and I admitted that I wanted it to be him, he wouldn't

be angry if I said I didn't want it to be

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