Page 64 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

Her nails dig into my back, and the music fades away. As our tongues tangle together and we breathe each other in, all that matters is us—until a familiar voice interrupts the moment.

“What the fuck.”

20

Savannah

The sound of Brady’s voice pulls me from the panty dropping moment with Grayson, and as I turn to look at him, I can see the betrayal all over his face. Unwrapping my legs, I slide down the wall until my feet are on the floor.

“Brady, I can explain.”

“Explain what?” he shouts. “How you lied to me? How you’ve been sneaking around with him? I know you’ve been through some shit, but you’re not this fucking stupid.” Turning to Grayson, he shoves his finger in his face. “You! Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. I don’t want you anywhere near her.”

Grayson turns an angry shade of red. He steps closer, looking ready to snap Brady like a twig. “What I do with her is none of your business.”

The two of them stare each other down, and I’m afraid one is going to swing before I push myself in between them. “Gray, don’t. Just walk away, please.”

“Yeah, Gray, listen to your girlfriend.”

“Brady!” I snap. His taunting is only making the situation worse, and I already saw the damage Grayson caused to his face the last time they got into it.

“What?” He glares at me. “Are you forgetting that a couple months ago, he wanted to destroy you? How he found out your secret and threatened to expose you with it? Or—here’s a question—did you forget that he damn near tried to kill me? Why are you acting like none of that ever happened?”

I press my back against Grayson’s chest, keeping him away from Brady. “I-I don’t know.”

He throws his arms in the air, defeated. “I won’t sit here and watch you ruin your life. Involving yourself with a monster like him is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“That’s not fair.”

Shaking his head, he walks back toward the door. “You should leave.” He pauses and his eyes focus on me. “Both of you.”

“Brady,” I plead, but it’s no use as he walks out the door.

I move to follow him, when Grayson’s fingers wrap around my wrist. “Don’t.”

“Let me go, Grayson! I have to talk to him. He needs to listen.”

He pulls me into his arms and holds me as I break. “You just need to give him some time to cool off. Come on.” Leading me toward the door, he grabs my phone off the bench. I look back at the office I know Brady is in right now. “You can call him tomorrow.”

THREE DAYS AND FIFTEEN PHONE calls later, I’ve come to realize that Brady isn’t going to call me back. I hang up and slip my phone into my pocket just as Grayson comes behind me, poking my sides and scaring the shit out of me. I screech and look around to make sure no one just saw that.

“What are you doing?”

He chuckles, smiling in the way that makes my heart melt, and grabs my hand. “Come with me.”

“Why?”

“What the hell do you mean, why? Since when do you need a reason to come with me?”

I roll my eyes. “Since you started randomly grabbing me in the hallway.”

“What can I say? It’s the things you do to me.”

He pulls me down the hallway and into the janitor’s closet, closing the door behind us and immediately pushing me up against it. His mouth is on mine, kissing me so hard it’s like he’s trying to suck the life out of me. It’s brutal, harsh, and desperate.

I claw at his shirt, knowing we only have a little bit of time before someone realizes we’ve gone missing. Grayson’s hands lift my skirt and pull my panties down before unbuttoning his pants. He pulls the condom from his pocket and rips it open with his teeth.

“Planned this, did you?” I ask suspiciously.

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