Callie
The house was quiet, almost unnervingly so, as Grayson and I slipped through the front door. The dim light from the hallway barely illuminated his strong silhouette, but even in the shadows, my body recognized him instantly.
I closed the door quietly behind us. He leaned against it, eyes dark, a small smirk on his lips.
“You are quiet again,” he murmured, stepping closer. His hand brushed my arm, and heat shot through me. “Still thinking too much?”
“I’m… trying not to,” I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. But the truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking—not about him, not about how impossible this felt. And yet, I wanted it more than anything.
He caught my hand and pulled me into his chest. The warmth of his body enveloped me, and I shivered, letting out a sound I didn’t eve
