Callie
The kiss wasn’t gentle.
It was like he’d been holding back all day and finally decided not to.
My hands gripped his t-shirt, pulling him closer, and his arm slid around my waist, bringing me flush against him.
The open door behind me suddenly felt too open. Too exposed.
He must have thought the same thing because, without breaking the kiss, he guided me backward into my room.
The door stayed open an inch.
*
Grayson
I didn’t plan to stop there.
We could have gone further…God, I wanted to but I forced myself to pull back, resting my forehead against hers.
Her breathing was ragged, matching mine.
“This is going to get us both in trouble,” I murmured.
She smiled, a little out of breath. “Then maybe we should stop pretending we care.”
Her words hit me low in my gut.
Stop
