9. amelia
9
AMELIA
I cursed myself. Even though I was sure I had made the right decision, I couldn't stand myself for a few minutes. About as long as it took Gray to walk me to my cabin.
In socks, since I had left my shoes back at the campfire.
As we stood in the light of the porch, he looked down.
"Mismatched?"
I shrugged lazily. "Always. It's my thing. I'm just too lazy to sort them out, and besides, it has its charm."
I wiggled my toes demonstratively.
Fifteen minutes ago, I had been dancing with Gray under the starry sky, letting the moment take me away. Now, I was standing at my cabin's door, about to bury myself in my bed. I wanted him, but not hours after breaking up with my ex, whose presence I could still feel around me.
It sounded ridiculous, even to my ears, so I desperately hoped a long shower would wash off his presence from my skin, allowing me to finally do what I'd been yearning to do since Gray stumbled into my life.
"I'm really sorry…" I began, but he gestured dismissively.
"You don't have to apologize to me. For anything. You know where to find me."
My heart pounded in my throat as he stepped forward. I expected him to lean down and kiss me, but instead, his fingers just clasped my chin, lifting my face to press a kiss on my forehead. My breath caught—this gentle, almost soothing gesture came so unexpectedly that it caught me off guard.
"Good night, darling."
He stepped back, putting some distance between us, and I managed not to look away as I slowly raised my hand.
"Good night, Gray."