Grey laughs in the corner — not at me, but at Damon. The latter glares at him, staring daggers but it doesn't faze the brunette. "I know. He's a big, scary man," Grey says to me. "He's okay." "I don't believe that," I mutter. "Or you." Grey's hand flings to his chest, grasping the place where his heart should be. "I'm hurt again. You need to stop doing that — I might get attached."
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