"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." ------ "I don't trust you," the woman said with this undeniable softness, she could only hope for him to prove her wrong from her doubts and she could be freed from the madness that was her mind and her lack of trust, for him, especially. "Good," the man replied in a low tone, his now dark pitch blue eyes which she could not believe they could be any darker or any dull snapped towards her own direction. "You shouldn't." Any man would lie, make themselves look proper, or rather highest in goodness and light. However, judging by the man's tone, Grey had only been nothing else to her but truthful. Light enemies to lovers with slow-burn ends.