Callie
The cool air of the early morning clung to my damp skin as I stepped carefully onto the patio.
Last night's swim still burned through me. The way Grayson’s hands had claimed me, the heat of our bodies colliding in the water, the way the moonlight had glinted off his skin.
I wrapped a towel around myself, shivering slightly. My pulse was still racing from him.
I spotted him stretching near the pool edge, shirtless and impossibly perfect in the gray dawn. The sight stole my breath.
“Morning,” I whispered, trying to sound casual, though my voice trembled slightly.
He turned, eyes locking on me, dark and hungry even in the early light. “You’re insane,” he said, voice low, teasing. “Still thinking about last night?”
I swallowed hard, feeling heat crawl up my neck. “Maybe a little.
