*Anaïs*
I can’t help but watch as he dresses, a pair of gray sweatpants replacing the nudity that had set my pulse racing. Honestly, the image of his naked body is not one easily forgotten.
A white fitted t-shirt follows, clinging to his muscular torso. I have seen Griff in suits and formal wear, always appearing dapper and refined. But this casual, relaxed version of him is something else entirely. He looks... otherworldly, which I kinda guess he is.
His damp hair keeps falling in curls on his forehead no matter how often he smooths it back, enhancing his rugged attractiveness.
Basically he looks like most women’s idea of a very wet fantasy.
I glance down at my own attire, the pencil skirt and silk blouse I had worn last night to look professional for the showing. Hardly appropria
