Greg held Cammy close, letting her sobs shake through him, absorbing every bit of her pain as if it were his own. He didn't rush her, didn't try to quiet her cries. He just held her, letting her release everything she had been keeping bottled up for so long.
When her tears finally subsided into quiet sniffles, Greg exhaled slowly and leaned back, giving her space. But there was another reason he needed distance—her bare skin against his, the way her body molded into him—it was affecting him in ways he shouldn't let it.
He was getting hard...
Not now. Not when she had come to him for comfort.
He clenched his jaw, forcing his thoughts elsewhere, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing rather than the slow heat stirring inside him.
But then—
Cammy moved.
