Callie
The festival was packed with people, lights, and music. Everyone around us was laughing and having fun, but all I could feel was Grayson. He stayed close to me everywhere we walked—his hand on my back, his fingers brushing mine, like he refused to let me drift even an inch away.
“Relax,” he said quietly. “I am right here.”
I tried. But every time someone looked our way, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Mary—or someone who followed her—was watching.
He must have noticed, because his hand slid down and took mine.
“She doesn’t matter,” he said. “Forget her.”
But the tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away.
We stopped by a booth where a fire juggler was performing. Grayson stood behind me, his hand firm at my lower back, keeping me pressed against him. When we moved on to get
