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Making Up Wrong

Author: Skye
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 16:48:35

The silence had changed.

It wasn't tense like before. It felt as though both of us were waiting for the other to move, breathe, break.

Grayson sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees, head bowed, hands clasped so tight his knuckles had gone white. The rise and fall of his shoulders told me everything—he was breaking apart.

I sat on the opposite edge, staring at the back of his neck. The muscles there were tight, strained. He looked like a man trying not to shatter.

A minute passed.

Maybe two.

Maybe a lifetime.

My chest squeezed. The distance between us felt unbearable.

I forced down a lump in my throat and reached out—just my fingers, trembling a little—touching the back of his hand.

He flinched.

But he didn’t pull away.

“Grayson,” I whispered.

His head lifted slowly. Too slowly. Like he was terrified of what he’d see on my face.

When our eyes locked, something in him shifted.

He didn’t say a word or hesitate—he just acted.

Suddenly, Grayson grabbed my wrist and p
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  • Off Limits    Chapter 96

    Callie I woke tangled in sheets that still smelled like him. My body felt calmer than my mind, which was already running through everything I’d been avoiding for weeks. Mia. Jude. The things I’d buried because surviving had mattered more than explaining. I dressed slowly, choosing soft clothes. When I stepped into the hallway, the house felt different than it had the night before. Less charged. More fragile. Like something was about to break—or finally heal. Voices drifted from the kitchen. Mia’s voice. My stomach tightened. For a split second, instinct screamed at me to turn around. To retreat. To protect myself from whatever version of her waited on the other side of the doorway—angry, wounded, distant. But I didn’t. I’d been running for too long. I stepped into the kitchen. Mia sat at the table, fingers wrapped around a mug she hadn’t touched. Her hair was pulled back messily, eyes tired. She looked older somehow. Less like my best friend and more like someone who’d

  • Off Limits    Chapter 95

    CallieThe Carter house was quiet, as if the walls themselves were giving us space to exist in our own orbit. I followed Grayson up the stairs, every step echoing lightly in the hall, my hand snug in his. As he opened the bedroom door, I hesitated for the briefest moment—not because of doubt, but because of the intensity that always hung between us. The world beyond this room could try to intrude, could try to whisper or watch, but none of it mattered here.Grayson turned to me. “You would always be mine right?”“Yes. I'm yours,” I whispered. “Completely.”He closed the door behind us, leaving nothing between us and the world outside. He crossed the room, bridging the distance with long strides until we were pressed together, chest to chest. My hands found him instinctively, clutching, threading through the hair at the nape of his neck, holding on like letting go would mean losing him entirely.“Callie,” he murmured, lips brushing mine in a slow, teasing press. “Do you understand… no

  • Off Limits    Chapter 94

    CallieThe Carter house felt unusually quiet when we returned from the beach. The night outside pressed against the windows, a dark reminder that Mary’s schemes didn’t sleep, that the whispers and judgment were never far away. Inside, though, I felt something steadier, stronger—the bond Grayson and I had reinforced on the beach.We settled in the living room, the soft glow of a single lamp throwing long shadows across the polished wood floor. Grayson’s presence was a solid wall beside me, arms casually draped over the back of the couch. “We can’t just wait for her to make the next move,” I said finally, voice firmer than I’d expected. “Mary thrives on reaction. She wants us to be defensive, scared, reacting to her. We have to take control.”Grayson’s eyes darkened. He nodded slowly, a small smile brushing his lips, one that promised both reassurance and shared cunning. “Exactly. We can’t let her dictate the game. We have faced her before, but this… this is her escalation. She thinks

  • Off Limits    Chapter 93

    CallieThe drive to the beach felt like an escape, a fragile thread pulling me away from judgment, whispers, and the lingering weight of Mary’s schemes. The windows were slightly cracked, letting in the scent of salt and sea mixed with the faint musk of Grayson’s cologne, grounding me even as my heart raced. My fingers intertwined with his on the center console, his thumb brushing over mine in that possessive way that always made me shiver.“Are you okay?” he asked. “I… I think so,” I admitted, pressing my forehead lightly against his shoulder. “Today was… intense. Everywhere we went, I felt like we were under a microscope. And now… I just… I need you.”His hand came up to cradle my cheek, thumb sweeping across my skin. “I know,” he murmured. “I can feel everything you are holding in. The fear, the stress… the frustration. Honestly, you don’t have to carry it alone.”I swallowed hard, letting the knot of tension in my chest tremble loose as I let myself lean fully into him, pressing

  • Off Limits    Chapter 92

    CallieThe park was deceptively quiet that afternoon. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the walking paths, but every cheerful note of children playing or joggers passing felt distant, like it belonged to someone else’s world. I walked slowly, one hand brushing along the fence lining the park, my other hand tightly gripping Grayson’s.“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, voice low. Even with him beside me, I felt exposed—like walking through a minefield in plain sight.Grayson’s fingers tightened around mine. “We can’t hide forever,” he murmured. His eyes scanned the edges of the park, sharp and vigilant, as if he could anticipate every danger before it arrived. “We will face it head-on.”I nodded, though my stomach churned. Mary’s words, her threats, and the whispers she’d already set in motion had turned what should have been a simple afternoon walk into an exercise in tension. Every sideways glance, passing couple or group of friends seemed

  • Off Limits    Chapter 91

    CallieAt night, I lingered outside Grayson’s bedroom, hesitation and longing warring inside me. Mary’s words, her threats, and the weight of small-town judgment still clung like shadows, but there was something stronger pulling me forward: him.Grayson emerged from the bathroom, his presence filling the room instantly. The familiar scent of him—clean, warm, intoxicating—hit me before I even realized I was holding my breath. His eyes swept over me, sharp, intense, possessive, but softened when they fully landed on my face. Relief flickered there, mingling with desire in a way that made my heart thrum violently.“You are still here,” he murmured. “I… I needed to be,” I admitted, voice trembling. “After today… after Mary… after everything—I need you.”He crossed the room in confident strides, closing the distance until there was no space left to hide. Every step seemed to draw me further into him, further from the fear and doubt that had been gnawing at me all day. His warmth pressed a

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