Callie
I slipped from Grayson’s room as quietly as I could, heart beating fast from the intensity, the possessive claim he had in every fiber of me.
My braid hung loose, damp strands sticking to my neck, and my thoughts tangled in the way his hands and lips had owned me completely.
I had to move, Mia could be back from the festival at any moment. I walked down the hallway, careful with each step.
My fingers held the doorknob of my room, and just as I was about to slip inside…
“Going somewhere, sneaky?”
I froze. Mia stood in the doorway of her room, one eyebrow raised, the corner of her mouth tugging into a teasing smirk.
“Uh… nothing,” I whispered, trying to smooth my expression.
She stepped closer, rolling her eyes. “Really? Because you look like someone just got caught doing so
