Page 47 of Crash
When he was satisfied, Griffin got up and went back into the ensuite to ditch the washcloth. Slowly, she sat up. Her muscles were sore and tender in places she never knew possible. Sitting on the edge of the bed, sheets rustling with her movement made her wince. Griffin tossed something by her side. She looked downto find one of Griffin’s T-shirts with the name of his shop across the back.
She glanced up just in time to see his delectable round ass before they disappeared into another pair of grey sweats.
God, does he own any other type of sweatpants, or did he just have grey ones?
It should be illegal for men to wear grey sweatpants. Why does he have to look so good in them?
She pulled on the worn shirt, its soft cotton gliding across her skin, trying not to overthink the gesture. When her vision cleared, Griffin was standing by the door. Shirtless.
She tried not to drool at the sight.
Down, girl!
“Let’s eat.” His knowing smirk made her blush.
He didn’t wait for her to respond before he opened the bedroom door.
The sound of nails over the hardwood floor was the only warning she got before Rover came running in and launched himself at her.
She laughed as they fell onto the bed, his giant tongue assaulting her face with his happiness.
“Rover. Get down. She’s mine.”
Rover whined but followed his owner’s command.
Quynh ignored the way her body tingled at how he’d claimed her as his.
He means nothing by it, right?
No. Of course not.
She was probably reading too much into it.
Griffin whistled, and Rover jumped off the bed to his side.
“We’ll be downstairs. Come down for dinner when you’re ready.”
He didn’t wait for her response as he headed down the hallway.
Quynh attempted to make herself presentable in the bathroom. Unfortunately, her hair was a giant, frizzy mess, her lips were swollen, and her skin was hopelessly mottled in multiple areas from Griffin’s rough beard. She tried to stamp down the glee she experienced at the sight of his marks on her. Placing a hand over her neck, she recalled the way it felt when he’d sunk his teeth into her. She was dismayed when she couldn’t see any marks. It was the first time anyone ever bit her during sex. Apparently, she liked it. Or, at least, she liked it when Griffin bit her.
She was learning so much about herself in the past week. She wondered if she ever truly knew who she was before now.
She splashed cold water on her face and attempted to control her unruly hair, using her fingers to detangle the mess. She made her way back into the bedroom. The wetstain on the bedsheet made her flush with embarrassment.
Quynh went searching for her underwear. Spotting them at the end of the bed, she stepped into them. No way was she going to attempt putting on her leggings again. She pulled off the dirty bedsheets and went hunting for clean ones. She found a spare set in the bedroom closet.
When she finished making the bed, she eyed her leggings again. She couldn’t possibly go downstairs without pants. It would probably be a bad idea. Plus, it was chilly. Then something caught her eye.
There, at the foot of the armchair in the corner, were the pair of sweats Griffin wore earlier. She tiptoed across the carpet, biting her lip with indecision.
It was probably overstepping by wearing more of his clothes.
“Quynh? Dinner’s ready!”
She jumped at Griffin’s shout. It sounded like he was at the bottom of the stairwell. Grabbing the giant pair of pants, she hurriedly put them on, rolling the top a few times so they didn’t slide off her. Then, she rushed out of the bedroom.
Quynh found Griffin and Rover in the kitchen. She tiptoed across the cold linoleum and sat at the table. Griffin already placed the utensils on the table. He didn’t seem to need any help with dinner.
