Grayson
"Baby, I'll be back later, okay?" I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"Mm-hm." Ashley burrows deeper into her pillow, her lips twitching faintly like even asleep she knows I'm still here.
She looks at peace. Soft. Content. That glow that only comes after hours of tearing each other apart and piecing ourselves back together. We spent the day making up the only way we know how—skin on skin, nothing left but heat.
It almost makes me stay. Almost.
But War's call won't leave my head. The moment I saw the missed call at four a.m., I knew.
Shit's moving, and it's worse than I thought.
I just called him back. He's got a name. A thread to pull.
So I sent a message out to my brothers: Church. One hour. No excuses.
We can't sit on this.
This is our window, our edge.
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