Chapter 42
KALLIE
Even hours after returning from the springs, Kallie couldn't erase the memory of Graeson's kiss from her lips. She lay in her bed, twisting and turning, as the midnight air swept inside the room.
If she was honest with herself, she had been restless for a long time, but Graeson's rejection had increased it ten-fold.
She didn't know what had come over her when they were at the springs. Perhaps it was the heat from the water. Maybe it was the vulnerability that Graeson had shown her. Or maybe it was the confirmation that they were both monsters, that Kallie didn't have to pretend when she was with him.
Or maybe it was the constant pull she always felt around him. An inexplicable force that beckoned her to step closer, to push the limits of their budding friendship.
No matter the reason, however, she was foolish to have thrown herself at him.
And yet...
Kallie brushed the tips of her fingers across her lips. When he had kissed her...
Kallie sighed, pressing her head back against the pillow as she recalled his lips on hers, his hands on her hips. Sighing, she pulled the forgotten black cotton shirt closer to her face, the faint notes of cedar and citrus surrounding her.
And as the night breeze caressed her hot skin, Kallie did not regret a single thing.