Callie
The next afternoon, the town felt calm, like nothing had happened in Grayson’s truck the night before. Like I wasn’t still sore from it, both in the best and worst way.
But the ache was still there. I felt it in the back of my knees, in the spot on my throat where he’d bitten, in the bruises my mind couldn’t forget. Every step reminded me of his hands, his voice, the way he took me so completely it burned away everything Mary had left behind.
I told myself to stay calm. Just coffee. Just a walk in the park. Just a normal day. A lie I clung to, even though I knew everything was already falling apart.
Grayson had said we needed normal moments too, a break from the constant rush. “We can’t live on adrenaline forever,” he told me this morning, his thumb brushing my lip like he could
