Callie
Morning sunlight bled through the curtains, warming my bare shoulders. Grayson’s arm was still around me, heavy, unyielding, like even in sleep he refused to let me go. His breath stirred my hair, a quiet claim, as if last night had drained him as much as it had me.
I should have slipped out quietly. Should have pretended the world outside this room didn’t exist. But the clock ticked, each second bringing me closer to Mia waking up. That thought was enough to push me out of his warmth.
In the bathroom mirror, I found his mark on me… bruises blooming dark across my throat and collarbone. I traced them with trembling fingers, heat rushing into my face.
When I came back out, he was awake, propped on one elbow, watching. His gaze flicked to the marks and his jaw flexed.
“I like see
