Callie
The night after the garage and laundry room incidents, I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. The way his hand had covered mine on the freezer door. His breath had hit the back of my neck in that laundry room, close enough that a shiver had run down my spine. And the way I’d felt pinned, even without him touching me.
Pinned and wanting more. Which was dangerous.
But we hadn’t talked about it. Not last night, when I’d heard him moving around downstairs long after Mia had gone to bed. Not this morning, when I lingered in my room just long enough to avoid bumping into him in the hallway. Not even over coffee when Mia came bouncing into the kitchen, dragging all her energy into the room.
I sat at the counter with my mug, both hands wrapped around it like maybe if
