Callie
The city felt far away as Grayson’s truck moved through the dark streets. I sat stiff beside him, every nerve on fire, my hands clenched in my lap, trying to hold back the chaos of desire burning through me. Moonlight spilled through the windshield, catching the curve of his shoulders and the line of his jaw. Even in the dim light, he was magnetic.
I tried to argue with myself—Mia, Mary, the rules—but my body ignored reason. Every glance he gave, the brush of his thigh against mine, made my stomach twist in delicious tension.
“You are quiet,” he said, voice low, casual, but with a dark amusement. His hand brushed mine as he shifted the gear, a subtle touch that nearly stole my breath.
“I am… thinking,” I said, but the words felt empty. All I could think about was him.
“You are
