PRESENT
GRAYSON'S POV
She stared up at me with wide eyes, lips parted in a breath that didn’t quite manage to escape her lungs. She made a weak effort at struggle and I took it as an invitation to pin both her wrists above her head with my one hand.
“Selene,” I whispered, leaning in close enough that my lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You’re turned on.”
She didn’t try to push me away, still staring at me with those wild eyes. “You talk about truths and about me running,” she finally said, a little breathlessness to her voice. “But really, Grayson, the truth is that you were the one who ran. You were the one who was a coward. You had me back then. You know you did.”
Every word landed with the sharpness of a blade. “So forgive me if I don’t want to hear you confess things I’ve move
