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GRIFFIN:

Sure. When?

I glance around us, giving the driver Griffin’s address. Shelby has nodded off, her mouth wide open as she snores.

I know this is bad, but I can’t keep away from him.

So what if he’s my dad’s best friend?

The thought of him makes me tingle, and I pray Shelby sleeps heavily once we get to his.

The cab pulls up, and I half drag Shelby out, my confidence growing when I see the soft light of his porch.

“Tired,” Shelby grumbles, slumping against me as she yawns.

I wrap my arm around her waist, half pulling her to the house as she giggles.

“Shh,” I hiss, conscious of Melody asleep above us. “Melody is sleeping!”

“Sorry.”

I pull open the door to see Griffin leaning against the same countertop he pressed me against, and my core clenches in response.

“Hey,” I whisper, aware of his eyes dragging over me territorially. “Um, Shelby is tired … ”

Griffin moves his gaze to my drunk friend and waves towards the stairs. “You two can have my bed.”

I try not to frown, holding his gaze as Shelby waves at him, stifling another yawn. Griffin says nothing, but his stare tells me to get her to bed.

“I’ll just take her up … ” I mumble, conscious of his eyes on me. Shelby grips my arm as we walk up the stairs, whispering loudly.

“He’s so hot.”

“Shh,” I groan, praying he hasn’t heard her. “Go to sleep.”

Shelby flops face down onto Griffin’s unmade bed, and I hope she doesn’t get makeup all over it.

“I’m going to see Griffin. Will you be okay?” I whisper as she nods softly. Soon enough, her breathing turns heavy, sleeping as easily as drunk people do.

I catch sight of my reflection and run my hands through my hair, pleased I still look good.

When I enter the lounge, Griffin hasn’t moved. Instead, he angles his head towards me, holding a hand for me to take.

“How was your night?” Griffin asks, tugging me close to him.

His eyes are still tired from sleep, his mouth set in a firm line as he stares down at me. His hands rest on my hips, and I nod.

“Yeah, good.”

Griffin watches me.

For a second, all I can hear is our breathing as we study one another, neither of us knowing what to say.

Until I do.

“I missed you.”

Griffin arches a brow in response, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

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