Callie
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the nightlight Mia had left in the corner. The air smelled faintly of linen and felt like home—ours. My heart was still racing from the study, from Grayson’s touch, his promise, and the warning in Mary’s email.
Grayson closed the door behind him and looked at me slowly, his eyes dark and focused. That look always made my stomach twist.
“You are shaking,” he said quietly, stepping closer. His hand brushed my arm, warm and steady. “Are you scared? Turned on? Both?”
“Maybe both,” I whispered.
A smirk tugged at his lips as his fingers slid into my hair. “Then let me fix it.”
He kissed me before I could answer—slow, hungry, and full of the control I both feared and craved. My hands pressed against his chest, feeling his warmth, the
