The morning sun streamed through the narrow window facing the neighbors’ building. The sheets next to her were cool. So he hadn’t spent the night. But she smelled coffee.
She flipped off the covers and pulled on an oversized T-shirt. The sight in her kitchen caused a hitch in her stride. Griffin stood in his underwear, staring out her back windows.
He had stayed.
The lines of his muscles were relaxed. Raising coffee to his lips caused the tattoo on the back of his shoulder to take life. The blue monster with claws and wings eyed her fiercely.
Griffin turned and looked at her. “Morning.”
“I thought you left.”
He met her at the counter while she poured her coffee. “Unlike some people, I don’t sneak off.”
He said it without animosity, but with enough bite to cause a ping of guilt in he
