Page 94 of Barefoot Dreams
I slowly raise my eyes to his and see him grinning as wide as a Cheshire cat that also ate the canary.
“Oh, sweet daisies.” I bury my head in my hands. “Please tell me—”
“Yep, your journals were in there.”
“And how did you come to learn about them?” There is an eerie kind of tone to my voice right now.
“Welll, one of the boxes might’ve—accidentally, I hadnothingto do with it—tripped over and the contents might have spilled over the floor.”
“Mm-hmm.” Even my hums are high pitched. “And so, you gently put them all back, closed the box and never touched it again, right?”
“Welll…”
“Griffin.” Look at that, I didn’t know I could sound threatening.
“It’s all their fault! They fell and opened in the process and there was no way I was going to ignore my name written in heart and yours with my last name next to it.”
“Y-you…you read my diaries?” My voice hits a crescendo note as I sputter over here on the spot.
“Maybeeeee,” he draws out, unsure, puckering his lips in that cute way that shouldn’t even be cute right now!
“No, you did not!” I whisper hiss, taking a step toward him as he takes one back.
“I decided there should be no secrets between us. It’s not healthy for our relationship…Birdy,” he says with caution when I reach out for one of the tea towels. “You are not a violent person. What are you—ow!” He yelps when I smack his arm.
“What relationship, you snooping thief! We weren’t in one yet!”
“I was looking into the future—ow!” Another smack.
“You don’t say.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you by any chance see your impending death?”
“Birdy, don’t go saying stuff like that, it’s bad for yourauraaaa,” he sing-songs as I smack the towel against his ass and he starts running away from me.
“My aura! He’s worried about my aura!” I catch his backside with the towel again.
“You little…” He trails off, grinning as he hides behind my couch.
“I have no idea what you’re smiling about, Mr. Owling.” I slap the towel against my palm—threateningly, I might add.Verythreateningly.
“You know what I’m seeing in my future right now?”
“What?”
“You, forgiving me.”
“Oh, do you now?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Yep.” He grins. “Sometime after orgasm number five.”
Before I can come up with a response, his huge body envelops mine, tugging the towel out of my hands. “There now.” He throws it to the floor. “I had no idea my little birdy is this feisty.”
“I’ll show you feisty,” I start, but Griffin shuts me up with a searing kiss that leaves me breathless, but he has zero plans of letting me go to allow me air that isn’t him.
Griffin slides his arms under my legs, lifting me up and carries me somewhere without breaking our kiss. Gently, he lowers me, and I feel the softness of my bed underneath and his imposing strength and desperate need on top of me, pinning me down.
“You…you had no right,” I manage to get out in between his lavish kisses, needing him to hear this before he scrambles my brain for good.
Griffin lifts up slightly, his eyes penetrating mine with raw honesty and a little guilt. “I know, baby, and I’m sorry, but…but those diaries, they mean the world to me. Your words, your feelings. They mean the world to me, and I promise,IswearI’ll right the scales. Soon.”
