Grey’s face twisted into an ugly mask of rage. His hands turned into a ball on his side. For a moment, I thought he would march to where Ash stood, and smash his fists on his face. But then he surprised me by unclenching his fists.
Defeat flickered in his eyes, then pain, and loss. Before I could figure out what he felt deep within, the emotions on his face vanished, and he turned as hard as stone.
He walked away in a matter of seconds before I could even move an inch.
“For you, Lily.” Ash said, his deep voice made me turn to him. He thrust the bouquet of roses in my hand before I could express my objections. This is so wrong, I thought to myself as I reluctantly took the flowers in his hand. Ash is my husband’s brother. He couldn’t just pop out of nowhere and kissed me on the cheeks the way he did now. And the flowers? Anyone would think he was courting me now.