Humor brightens Griffin’s eyes, and I blurt, “I’m still seriously considering stabbing you in your sleep.” He smiles. “You don’t want to.” “I’ll take that bet.” “You’d miss me,” he says confidently. I roll my eyes, letting him know what I think of that bit of arrogant absurdity. “You’d miss this.” He swoops down and kisses me, his lips softly urgent. Incredibly enticing. It’s all I can do not to open for him, to let him invade me, and to conquer him in return. I want to throw my arms around his neck, press myself against him, and tangle my tongue with his so much it hurts.
