Callie
There was nothing normal about the way my body still ached from earlier. Every nerve was alive, still buzzing from Grayson’s touch.
I should’ve been upstairs, hiding until the ache faded, but instead, I lingered near the counter, bare feet while pouring a glass of water.
Grayson appeared in the doorway, broad shoulders filling the frame, tie undone, shirt open at the throat. His gaze swept over me.
“You’re still awake,” he said
“Couldn’t sleep,” I whispered
He curved his lips into a sinful knowing smirk which made my knees weak. He stepped closer, the faint scent of his cologne reaching me… wood, smoke, and man. My pulse jumped.
“You shouldn’t be down here,” I tried to warn, but my voice wavered.
“But here you are” His fingers brushed mine, lingering at my wrist.
The kit
