That had been a month ago. Since then, I’d spent most of my nights at Gray’s apartment. At first I’d had no interest in returning to my row house, scared of another maniac breaking in. Even though Gray and Mr. Casale had reassured me the man wouldn’t bother me again, I’d been wary. I also wanted to be with Gray. My place was with him and he made that very clear night after night, and sometimes during the day, too.
Reed beat his opponent in the second round with an arm bar. It had happened too fast for me to see, but I had to admit, my focus had been on Gray. He'd shouted to Reed from outside the cage, his attention razor sharp on every move his fighter made. I loved that intensity about him, especially when it was focused on me.
When he’d gone into the cage when they lifted Reed’s arm in triumph over his opponent, Gray turned and looked for me in the crowd. He grinned and gave me a wink. This was his moment, his time to shine, and he’d taken a moment to stop and think about me, to turn and share it with me. Chris nudged me and Simon rolled his eyes, but I couldn’t help the grin that escaped. It couldn’t get any better than this.