Callie
By the time we got to the house, the rush from the SUV had faded. What was left was slower… warmer. It felt like his hands were still on my skin.
Grayson unlocked the door and we walked inside. When it shut behind us, the whole place felt safe for me to finally breathe.
His home had become a kind of sanctuary—one I never admitted I craved.
He tossed his keys on the entry table with a soft clatter and glanced back at me. His eyes weren’t sharp like earlier. Not possessive or dark or warning. Just warm.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
I nodded. “Mia still hasn't made up her mind to come back yet," I said.
“It seems she is okay at the Welles home much more than I expected."
He walked to the kitchen as he replied, while rolling up his sleeves.
I stepped into the kitchen after hi
