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Griff knocks and I hurry to answer.
“Hey.” I open the door and take him in. Somehow, he makes a simple faded dark-red T-shirt and jeans look really hot.
He leans down and brushes a kiss over my lips. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” I whisper. My gaze drops to the three pink roses he’s holding at his side, each individually wrapped in a piece of iridescent plastic.
“Don’t be mad. I felt bad they had a shitty end to prom night,” he whispers in my ear. “And they saw your vase of roses.”
I throw my arms around his neck. “You’re the sweetest.”
“I don’t know about that.” His lips crash into mine again. My mouth opens and he gently sweeps his tongue against mine. I taste his warm, minty breath and press my body closer to his.
Someone clears their throat behind us. Loudly.
Reluctantly, I unwind myself from Griff.
“Morning, ladies.” Griff curls his hand around mine, pulling me into the room. “How’d everyone sleep?”
“Like the dead.” Hayden’s eager gaze drops to the roses. “What’s that?”
“One for you.” Griff hands her a rose, then passes the other two to Kyla and Darcy.
“Aww, thanks, Griff.” Darcy flashes a wicked smile at me. “Molly’s right—you are a giver.”
Griff nods but slides a confused glance my way. “I try.”
The girls titter with laughter.
“I bet you don’t have to try too hard.” Darcy flutters her lashes and sticks her nose in the flower bud, inhaling noisily.
I blow out a slow, irritated breath.
“All right.” Griff shakes off the weird comments and claps his hands together. “Everyone ready to go? Remy’s waiting downstairs.”
Darcy’s eyes light up and she practically trips over the edges of her flared jeans to grab her bag.
“We can have brunch at my house, if you guys want,” I offer, in the least inviting tone ever.
Hayden yawns. “No, it’s getting late. My mom’s gonna kill me if I’m not home soon.”
“Same,” Kyla adds.
In the elevator, the girls start pestering Griff about riding with us. I throw him a pleading look and curl my fingers around his.
He squeezes my hand. “We have to stop at the garage.”
None of my friends are interested in that. “Never mind.” Hayden dismisses the idea with a wave of her hand.
Outside, the sunlight stabs my eyes. The crisp air jolts me awake, helping me shake off the haze from so little sleep last night. Remy’s leaning against the back of his truck, flipping through his phone.
“Shotgun!” Darcy yells, running toward Remy’s Bronco.
He glances up, a faint smile ghosting his lips. “Am I taking everyone home?”
“Yup.” I squeeze Griff’s hand and wrap my free arm around his to indicate everyone is riding with Remy except me.
Remy snorts and shakes his head.
