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Thankfully, the early hour saves me as I walk through the reform camp. Everyone is in their rooms, and I take the hallways with the least amount of cameras. Funny enough, Grayson ensured there wouldn’t be security cameras in my or his halls.

Stretching my neck to reduce the stress settling there, I unlock Gray’s door, going in quickly. It’s pitch black inside.

“Fuck,” I mutter, closing the door behind me so my eyes can adjust. The windows aren’t even helpful right now because there aren’t any lights around this side of the building.

“I would have come to the door,” Gray mutters, sleep thick in his voice. Slowly, the impressions of furniture and things I can potentially trip on take shape.

“I know, but I wanted to see her,” I tell him, walking carefully to the bed. “How is she?”

“‘She’ has a name,” Silla snarks softly.

“Apparently, not a morning person,” Gray chuckles, turning on a lamp, making me blink in the sudden light.

Silla hides her face in Grayson’s shoulder, groaning. Swallowing hard, I cough to recover as I choke. She’s completely naked, her leg thrown over his body. Where I’m standing also gives me the perfect view of her pink pussy.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” he teases me. “Did you bring her things?”

“I did. Silla can we talk, please?” I ask, dropping the bag on the ground. Crawling onto the bed after kicking off my shoes, I notice a red streak on the inside of her thigh. “Did… are you hurt?”

I don’t want to accuse Grayson of hurting her, but his cock is huge, and I don't know what else to think.

“What? No…?” Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Silla twists her body to look to see what I mean. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I was on the tail end of my period last night. I really need a shower.”

Her pussy looks so pretty though, slightly puffy from being well used.

“You don’t need one right this second, though,” Gray tells her, tugging her back to him. “Besides, your pussy tasted delicious last night, Baby.”

I’m trying to process what he’s saying, and the asshole winks at me. Fucker.

“Gray,” she smirks, relaxing against him. Gods, it hurts so much to see her so close, knowing I don’t deserve to touch her. “Isaac, are you going to stare or talk?”

“Both,” I blurt out dumbly. “I’m an idiot, and talked myself out of something.”

Turning to face me, Gray moves with Silla to cuddle her back. Both of them are completely naked, his cock nestled between her asscheeks. Fuck me, they look really good together. Her breasts are on full display, and I find myself staring for too long.

“Is Silla too distracting?” Gray asks, kissing her shoulder.

“You’re such a smug asshole,” I tell him, my lips twitching despite myself. “She wasn’t talking to you either until last night. Tell me you didn’t just drink her in.”

“Please stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Silla says, amusement coloring her words instead of annoyance.

Moving closer to her, I lay on the bed next to Silla, eyes on hers. “Hi, Little Hacker,” I whisper. Fuck, I’ve even missed the one freckle on her nose. “I’m an idiot, I’ll probably fuck up again and think you’re better off without me. But I miss you.”

Her lips tremble, but her eyes remain clear as she says, “Who the fuck said I was better off without you? Isaac, you make me feel normal in this whole situation, but I’m tired of being a distant thought. I don’t want to be yours because I’m within easy reach. I’m in a fucking reform camp, there’s only so many places I can be for Gods’ sakes! Man up and come find me!”

Silla struggles against Gray’s arms which are now locked around her chest and abdomen. “Yell at him, Baby, but you’re not running away. The walls are thicker here, so there’s no one to hear,” he growls. “Silla, you tried to walk away from me, and I spanked your ass red. I don’t think your backside can take another session, do you?”

Silla hisses as he rubs her asscheek, making me smirk. The Warden only appears to be a big brute, and I know he’d never purposely hurt her. I feel bad for thinking he wouldn’t be careful with her.

“No, Sir,” she says, a secret smile on her lips. “So what else do you have to say for yourself? Is this because I’ve been around Ayden, Andrya, and Sidney more? I felt like I was dying this week, and they took care of me.”

Every word in that last sentence is like a knife to my heart. Forcing air into my lungs, I shake my head.

“You need people,” I rasp. “I just thought for the last few days that you may not need me if you had them.”

Gray smirks, laying his head next to hers. I can still see him clearly though, because he moved an arm to use as a pillow.

“Fuck, we’re seriously so alike,” he says. “We both got tied up in work, pushed one of the best things in our life away, and told ourselves she was better off.”