Casey woke up feeling the sting of regret usually reserved for dates that resulted in some kind of disappointing physical encounter. But this stung worse than the usual brand--it carried an unpleasant soupcon of fear with it.
Last night, she'd opened up to Grayson. Like, really opened up.
Okay, she hadn't exactly torn down any walls. It'd be more accurate to say she briefly lowered her drawbridge ever so slightly. But the result was the same: she'd told Grayson things she never in a million years would have admitted if they were together in the same room.
Grayson had privileged information now. And that felt dangerous to her.
What she'd assumed had been a single moment of vulnerability now felt like a sustained exposing of her most sensitive hard-to-reach areas, emotionally speaking
