Aubrey’s pov ;
Gregory was watching me a little too closely, his eyes hanging back on mine in a way that made me feel more than just uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, clasping my hands together to keep from fidgeting.
“You know…” he began, his voice low as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch. “We’ve been faking this for a while now, haven’t we?”
I stiffened, unsure of where he was going with this. “Yeah, we have,” I replied cautiously.
“Well, don’t you think…” He reached out standing and sitting near me on the bed, gently taking my hand in his. His touch sent an uneasy shiver down my spine, and I instinctively pulled back, but he didn’t seem to notice. “Maybe we don’t need to fake it anymore?”
My heart began to race. What? What the hell is talking about?
I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him right. “What do you mean?”