Page 39 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

“What do you fuckers do, sit around and discuss other people’s lives?”

He laughs. “The easiest way to make sure everyone finds something out is to tell Jace or Carter.”

“I’ve noticed.”

Whatever Hayden says next goes completely unnoticed as I watch a guy walk up to Sav and put his hands on her hips. She startles for a second, but then grins and keeps dancing—grinding her ass into him. My blood runs hot, and I bite down on my lip so hard it bleeds. She’s mine.

Hayden watches me carefully. “Should I be concerned you’re about to kill someone? Cause you have that look in your eyes.”

Fuck it. I throw caution to the wind and hand Hayden my beer before making my way down there. Emma sees me coming, but Savannah has no idea. In one fluid motion, my fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her from his grasp and into my own. She catches herself with one hand against my chest, and when her gaze meets mine, her breath hitches.

“The fuck, man?!” the douchebag protests.

“Tell him to leave,” I order, keeping my sights on her.

She turns and gives him a sympathetic smile. He rolls his eyes but walks away, probably to find someone else to make a move on. Meanwhile, Sav focuses her attention back on me.

“Are you happy now?”

I smirk and glance down at her lips for only a second before spinning her around and gripping her waist, covering his touch with my own. “Show me what you’ve got, tiny dancer.”

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Savannah

The buzzing in my ears doesn’t even begin to compare to how my body feels, pressed against Grayson’s. After he’s completely ignored my existence for the past couple weeks, the last thing I expected was for him to come tonight, let alone be dancing with me. It’s wrong, screwed up beyond belief, and I should hate him. His tendency to play hot and cold is a proverbial mind-fuck. Yet, as his chest is pressed against my back, I couldn’t care less. This is what I want—what I’ve always wanted—and I’m not about to deny myself of it—especially on my birthday.

I reach back and place my

hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The glaring looks I’m getting from Kinsley are only motivating me further. With one particular circle of my hips, a low groan emits from the back of Grayson’s throat. His lips move to the shell of my ear.

“Keep doing that, and I can promise you the whole club will find out just how easily that dress can be torn off.”

A shiver runs down my spine. My nerve endings come alive, and all I want is for him to make good on that promise. Repeating my actions, his grip tightens hard enough to bruise.

“Savannah Jade,” he warns, and hearing him say my middle name reminds me that this isn’t just some guy.

This is Grayson.

This is Gray.

My Gray.

IT’S ONE O’CLOCK IN the morning by the time we’re all leaving the club. After spending hours on the dance floor, I’ve never been so exhausted—and so turned on—in my life. The second we finished dancing, he went right back to the quiet, brooding guy I’ve come to see him as, but his eyes stayed on me.

As we get to the parking lot, Jace pulls up in his Mercedes. Carter walks toward the passenger side, and Jace motions to the backseat.

“Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”

I hesitate, but as soon as I open my mouth to answer, Grayson comes out of nowhere.

“I’ve got it.”

Carter beams like a proud parent while Jace snickers. “About damn time. Come on, Kinsley. Get in.”

“B-but…”

Standing up through the sunroof, Carter points at her and then the car. “Let’s go, or we’re leaving you here to walk home.”

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