"I want a giant, ridiculously fluffy pink blanket," she added, peeking at his face out of the corner of her eye.
Grayson paused. He looked at the bright, bubblegum-pink blanket on the screen. He looked down at his own dark, sharp shirt, then back at the screen.
He let out a quiet, resigned sigh and tapped 'Buy Now'. "Done. Is there anything else?"
Mailah couldn't contain it anymore. She burst into a bright, loud laugh, leaning her forehead against his upper arm. "You are hilarious! You didn't even try to argue!"
"I am trying to make amends," Grayson said softly, his arm sliding around her shoulders to pull her comfortably against his side. "I made a terrible mistake. I left you alone in a cold house when you needed me most. If you want to fill this entire estate with pink blankets and yellow rugs, I will personally carry them in."
Mailah's laughter faded into a warm, gentle smile. She reached up, placing her palm against his sharp cheek, feeling the steady heat of his skin.
