Gray would be stuck in a life of utter monotony if it wasn't for Claire's nightly visits. Somehow, she always manages to surprise him - tonight more than ever.

I am…not ready," she muttered, her eyes shutting tightly. "to accept this. Or…am I ready to lose what we already have over a fleeting attraction." "And if I told you this was anything but fleeting?" "I'd have to say you were a liar."