Callie
Grayson's breath was rough against my skin, his lips licking my collarbone like he was trying to taste the feel of me.
We hadn’t crossed the line, not yet. Clothes still clung to our skin, but the pull between us was no longer tension.
I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve said something.
But I didn’t.
He kissed all through to my lips then rested his forehead against mine, neither of us moved.
"Are you okay?" he murmured, voice hoarse.
I nodded. "Yeah."
Grayson leaned back just enough to look at me, his gaze searching. His hand, still warm on my waist, gave the slightest squeeze before he pulled away slowly
We stood there, inches apart, hearts pounding in sync.
He cleared his throat and took a full step back. "We shouldn’t…"
"I know."
"Not like this."
"I know."
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