Chapter Seven
Tanner
“Christ.” I muttered as my eyes popped open.
My headache was gone, but my mouth tasted like it had feasted on kitty litter. I picked my phone up off the nightstand and saw that it was almost noon, so I’d slept off the worst of my hangover. I shut my eyes and tried to recall the events of the night before. The party I remembered, but from the moment we left, and I was shocked that Griffin and I left together, it was hazy. Somehow I ended up in his home office on a loveseat that was too short for me, and my aching thighs were a keen reminder. Picturing his deep blue eyes staring down into mine, I felt my c**k thicken, and my fingers gave it a hard squeeze. This always happened when I was hungover, being crazy horny and sick as hell all at once. Then, an image of him a
