Cora
The morning after the disastrous meeting with Griffin’s parents, I want to spend the lazy Sunday in bed.
I yawn as I sit up, stretching my arms wide until the back of my hand bumps into Griffin’s chest.
He sets down his book, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Morning to you, too.”
I shuffle closer, leaning into his side.
“Did you get any sleep?” His arm wraps around me, fingers gently tracing my waist.
“I got some sleep. Not a lot, but enough.” I study his tired eyes.
“Were you up all night thinking about what happened last night?” I run my finger along the bags under his eyes. “You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”
“Well, I still wish the dinner had gone better.” Griffin sighs, leaning against the headboard. “A stupid part of me hoped my family would be happy for me
