Gray smiled at her, though restrained it as much as he could. The last thing he needed right now was to giggle like an idiot and have her kill him where he stood.

"Don't you always?" He smirked, rubbing the spot on his head where the cut had been a minute before. She was busy pulling those jeans up, and he stared openly, wondering briefly if this was the last time she'd allow him to see her with her pants off.

Against all better judgment, he took a step toward her. So now that she stood at full height, zipping her fly back up, he was uncomfortably close--invading her personal space.

"Wouldn't dream of it."