GRIFFIN'S POV
Fuck, I wish I can hear her thoughts now. I kept trying to pull her closer, but she’s feisty this time, not giving in to my charms. Not that I’m charming her, I want to make love to her, not to feel better about myself, but to f*****g feel better about f*****g up the first night in Paris.
“Babe, please stop fighting,” I said again, but she removes my hands from her. Her eyes cut through me as she stares right into my eyes. So many f*****g emotions running behind do beautiful eyes.
“Talk to me first. What happened yesterday? You were all lovely until you received a phone call. Who did you speak to, and why were you in such a mood afterward?” she’s not asking about the girls anymore, that’s a relief, but I would rather tell her about the night in Paris with drunk girls tha
