Griffin returned his intense gaze toward my mom despite the fact that he was standing butt naked with nothing but a pillow to cover him. “You were saying? Because escaping for a while was her idea, which she texted to you. And she completely consented to everything that happened here,” Griffin firmly stated. My mom’s cheeks turned red. “I would’ve consented, too,” she mindlessly muttered, and then slapped a hand over her mouth.
