Callie
The ride home was tense. My braid had loosened completely, strands sticking to the sweat on my neck.
My pulse still raced from the tension back at the lot, from the way Grayson had cornered me, pressed his body against mine, and claimed me with those dark, hungry eyes.
Grayson’s hand found mine immediately, thumb brushing over my knuckles possessively. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the kind that made my knees weak even as I tried to stay calm.
“You are still thinking about him,” he muttered, voice low and rough, his eyes locking on mine in the rearview mirror.
“I… no,” I stammered, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I wasn’t thinking…”
“You don’t get to lie to me,” he cut in. “Not now, not ever.”
I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t…”
He groaned, one hand moving to my thigh, sq
