Chapter 35 Aria

• Aria
• Gray walks into the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face when he sees the poached eggs I made for breakfast. My eyes roam over his body, taking in the formal suit he’s wearing. Every Sunday he dresses up, and I’m pretty sure it’s a woman he’s meeting, even though he tells me he rarely dates. The care he puts into his appearance on Sundays… it’s not at all the same as during weekdays.
• “Morning,” he says, and I smile at him, a little flustered. I’ve avoided him after yesterday’s boxing session, and thankfully, he’s let me.