Callie
The sun had dipped lower in the sky, painting the streets in gold and shadows as we stepped out of the cafe. The warmth of the late afternoon was almost comforting. My hand still tingled from the subtle, possessive grip Grayson had held under the table.
Grayson’s gaze stayed locked on me the moment we hit the sidewalk, dark and intent. I tried to act casual, to walk beside him like nothing had happened, but my heels felt heavy, my steps uncertain. Every instinct in me screamed that we were moving on a line too sharp to ignore.
He stopped near his car, and without a word, he pinned me lightly against the door. The impact was enough to make my chest press against his, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.
“You saw him right,” he said, voice rough, edged with a tension I h
