Page 95 of What If I See You

Oooh no!

They’re coming here?

Shit!

My mind quickly goes through a mental checklist of what I might need to do to prepare before they get here. To Griffin’s family, he and I are happily married and madly in love. And while this weekend did take a few steps toward that end path, we’re still living this lie.

And now it’s up to me to keep it going.

As quickly and smoothly as I possibly can, I slip from Griffin’s grasp moving my own pillow into his arms as a replacement.

The most important thing I should do is move my stuff from the guest room in here to Griffin’s room. If we’re a happily married couple, there would be no reason for me to use the guest room. His mom didn’t say if they were planning to spend the night or not so I should be prepared for either scenario.

Forty-five minutes is not a lot of time.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I slide on a pair of Griffin’s pajama pants and then stop myself taking a deep breath.

Stay calm.

You can do this.

Everything will be fine.

There’s more than enough time.

I shuffle down the hall to the guest bedroom and grab a sports bra to put on along with a fresh t-shirt and then I brush my teeth and pull my hair up to a messy bun. Reminding myself that Griffin’s parents aren’t like mine and won’t care one bit if I’m dressed down, I get to work moving my stuff out of the room. With a handful of my dress clothes on hangers, I creep back into Griffin’s room and open his closet doors.

Holy shit.

It’s immaculate in here.

I don’t think I’ve ever known a man, other than my own father, whose closet is as organized as Griffin’s.

“What’ cha doing Naughty?” Griffin’s sleepy voice comes from the other side of the door.

“Moving in,” I grunt as I shove his clothes over to hang mine. When I peek past the closet door, I find Griffin wide awake watching me. He looks a bit tired still but also amused.

He brings an arm up behind his head, his chiseled chest on full display, the dark purple bruising along the side of his torso making me wince. “Whoa. God Griffin, that looks…” I shake my head, the right words not coming to mind.

He tries to look down at it too but simply shrugs his shoulder. “Meh. It’s just a bruise. I’ll be fine eventually.” He lifts his chin, gesturing to his closet. “You know it’s only eight-thirty, right?”

“Yep.” I nod.

He folds back the blankets and pats the empty space next to him. “Then why don’t you get your sweet ass back in this bed so I can cuddle with you for the whole damn day? I have nowhere I have to be so we could literally snuggle or eat food and watch television all day.”

I climb onto the bed, careful to steer clear of Griffin’s ribs, and kiss his lips. Not enough for him, he pulls me over his lap so I’m straddling him, but I respond with a pointed glare.

“Darius said no sex.”

“I know.” The sound that comes from his throat is a mixture of a sigh and a growl. “But I like feeling you on my cock.

His candidness makes me blush as does the tiny lift of his pelvis underneath me. “Griffin…”

“Naughty…” He chuckles but then winces, maneuvering his body to find a comfortable position.

“We’re not doing this. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you already are.” I lift myself off of him but he grabs my hips and holds me down.

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