I had picked up my t-shirt off the floor and was sliding it over my head when Griffin asked me, “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed. What does it look like I’m doing?”
We had said little in the shower, and after the amazing s*x we had just had I felt awkward. I didn’t know what to expect now that we’d done the deed, and to be honest, I figured I was just another casual trick for Griffin.
“Oh.” Griffin was lying on the bed staring at me. Then he patted the mattress beside him. “Come here.”
I hesitated for a moment, then tossed my t-shirt on his dresser and lay down next to him.
“This is something else I always fantasized about. Remember when we’d spend the night at each other’s houses? I always wanted to sleep with you, in the same bed, not in that stupid sleeping bag on the floor.”
