LOGINCallie
The cool air of the early morning clung to my damp skin as I stepped carefully onto the patio.Last night's swim still burned through me. The way Grayson’s hands had claimed me, the heat of our bodies colliding in the water, the way the moonlight had glinted off his skin.I wrapped a towel around myself, shivering slightly. My pulse was still racing from him.I spotted him stretching near the pool edge, shirtless and impossibly perfect in the gray dawn. The sight stole my breath.“Morning,” I whispered, trying to sound casual, though my voice trembled slightly.He turned, eyes locking on me, dark and hungry even in the early light. “You’re insane,” he said, voice low, teasing. “Still thinking about last night?”I swallowed hard, feeling heat crawl up my neck. “Maybe a little.”He smirked, the kind that made my chest ache and my stomach flutter. “Good. Because I’ve bCallieThe 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 even realize I was holding back. His lips brushed my temple, then my neck, teasing and lingering, a slow fire that made my knees weak.“You know you don’t have to hold back tonight,” he murmured, his voice l
CallieThe city felt far away as Grayson’s truck moved through the dark streets. I sat stiff beside him, every nerve on fire, my hands clenched in my lap, trying to hold back the chaos of desire burning through me. Moonlight spilled through the windshield, catching the curve of his shoulders and the line of his jaw. Even in the dim light, he was magnetic.I tried to argue with myself—Mia, Mary, the rules—but my body ignored reason. Every glance he gave, the brush of his thigh against mine, made my stomach twist in delicious tension.“You are quiet,” he said, voice low, casual, but with a dark amusement. His hand brushed mine as he shifted the gear, a subtle touch that nearly stole my breath.“I am… thinking,” I said, but the words felt empty. All I could think about was him.“You are thinking about me,” he said with certainty. “I can see it.”“Maybe I am,” I admitted.He smirked. “Maybe you should stop pretending you are not.”I caught his dark gaze. My fingers twitched against my jea
CallieThe backyard was quiet when I stepped out, the last streaks of sunset painting the pool in gold and violet. It should have felt peaceful—but with him standing by the water, leaning against the railing, every sense of calm vanished.Grayson looked up as I approached, his gaze locking on mine. That familiar pull tightened in my chest—the same one from last night, the one that made my stomach twist with both anticipation and guilt.“You came out,” he said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. His hands were in his pockets, relaxed… but there was an intensity in his eyes that made me forget to breathe.“I… needed air,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended.He stepped closer, and suddenly the distance between us felt like it could disappear in a heartbeat. “Or maybe you needed me,” he said, tilting his head just enough to tease.My heart skipped. I wanted to deny it, remind myself why this was wrong. But the truth was obvious… I had been needing him longer than I could
CallieI shut my bedroom door softly, leaning against it for a moment before the weight in my chest pushed me forward. Dim light from the hallway slipped under the door, reflecting a thin gold line on the floor.My phone sat on the nightstand. No messages. No calls. Yet I kept glancing at it, like it was holding its breath with me.Mia had gone to bed half an hour ago, her laughter still echoing faintly in my head—carefree, trusting, pure. I had smiled along with her, lying straight to her face with the same lips that had whispered Grayson’s name the night before.The room felt suffocating, as if the silence itself was weighing on me.I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, palms pressed together between my knees. My heart wouldn’t slow. It hadn’t slowed since the first time he’d looked at me that way—not as Mia’s friend, not as the girl who used to run through his house in muddy sneakers… but as someone he wanted.The memory came uninvited. The way his gaze had lingered, h
CallieMia’s room smelled faintly of lavender and pencil shavings—soft and familiar, like home. Afternoon light shone through the curtains, casting shadows across her posters, messy sketchbooks, and the coffee-stained desk.I sat cross-legged on her bed, twisting a strand of hair around my finger, trying to look relaxed. My phone lay beside me, screen dark, as though even it knew there were things I shouldn’t see.Mia sat across the room, headphones in, sketching quickly. Her focus should have been comforting, but it only made me notice the noise in my own head. I wanted to talk, to joke, to make this afternoon feel normal. But the words got stuck somewhere between my chest and throat.Every thought led back to Grayson.The way he looked at me last night. The way he whispered “real.” The feel of his heartbeat near my ear. The promise that he wouldn’t let me go.It should have made me happy… it did. But it also made me sick with guilt.Mia broke the silence.“You have been… different s
CallieThe house was quiet. Mia had gone to sleep early.I sat curled on the couch, knees tucked in, staring at the last bit of candlelight flickering on the table. The wax was almost gone. My tea had gone cold hours ago, but I couldn’t move. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying our fight, his words, the way he’d looked right before he kissed me. It should have made me feel better, but it didn’t.The silence between us had stretched for hours, and now it felt like something I was drowning in. I’d tried to read, to tidy up, to distract myself—but every move brought me back to him, to that moment, to us. Footsteps came from the hall. I didn’t need to look to know it was him.Grayson stood in the doorway, and watched me for a moment.“Can’t sleep?” he asked.I shook my head. “Didn’t try.”He walked closer, barefoot, hair a little messy. He didn’t look like the confident man everyone else saw.He stopped in front of me, hesitated, then said softly, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”I m







