Written in Ink Excerpt 9

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Griffin was in hell. A hot hell where the voices in his head didn’t talk to him anymore and his cock was so hard he was afraid he’d rip through his jeans and embarrass himself.

Why had he told his mother that having Autumn over was an acceptable thing? Oh, yeah, he hadn’t. He’d slightly given in but not fully. It wasn’t like he could truly say no to his mom. Add in his three sisters, and he was screwed. He didn’t like people in his space while he was working. Well, he didn’t like people in his space on days he wasn’t working either.

He had family over when he had to, and even let his cousins stay over since he had the most space for them. But that didn’t mean he had to like it. Of course, none of this actually had to do with why he felt like he was in hell currently.

No, that privilege went to the woman currently humming in his living room.

Humming. Like she was actually happy about cleaning up after him. Damn it. He was an animal. A pig. A teenager who refused to clean his room because he was a fucking lazy screwup.

Of course, he hadn’t truly thought that until he had a woman he didn’t know but thought was fucking sexy as hell standing in his home and looking on in disgust. He wasn’t filthy. There wasn’t trash sitting around with bugs and shit, but still, he was cluttered. He knew that. He cleaned up when he could, and honestly, right now was the worst it had ever been.

And it was all because of this book.

This damn book that he couldn’t write.

And, of course, he wasn’t writing it like he should be right then because of her.

Fall.

Autumn.

Her.

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