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

the only man with

I couldn't help but suspect this Greyson man was actually Griffon. Everything about him reminded me of Griffon. Whether it was the way he touched me

he never

the courage to ask, "You can't be Griffon, can you?" The man patted me on the back and paused for a moment. "Do you want

face. If the man was Griffon and I admitted

would probably be angry if I said I

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