I’d gone back to sleep, and when I woke up two hours later, Griffin was gone for the day. I threw on my clothes and exited his place through the back door and entered my rarely used apartment. Since we’d started, well, hanging out I had spent most of my time at his place because it was larger, and Griffin seemed much more comfortable there. The only time I spent at my place was to work on music, and to shower and change clothes. And today my routine was changing, since I had rented a few hours at the recording studio and wanted to polish up the Ibiza Lounge project there.
While coffee brewed, I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a thick black sweater. I normally drank coffee on the fire escape while checking email and it was a little chilly outside. Today I decided t
