Grayson’s POV
I didn’t sleep a damn minute.
Her scent was still on my hands.
The moment I walked away from her last night, my body rebelled. Every part of me screamed to go back, rip that shirt off her perfect body, and take her right there on the kitchen counter. But I didn’t. Because she was Chloe’s best friend. Because I was supposed to be the adult in the room.
And because once I truly had her, there would be no going back.
The morning passed in a blur of coffee, cold showers, and self-restraint.
She didn’t come downstairs.
Good. Smart girl.
But by late afternoon, the skies turned gray. Rain pattered against the windows, distant thunder rumbled. I poured myself a drink, sat in my study, and tried to read. The words blurred.
Then I heard it—soft footsteps in the hallway. Bare f
