Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice a rumble against my spine. His fingers trace absent circles over my hip, and my smile widens. I don’t know why I get like this with him when I have always disliked being needlessly touched. I hope he never stops. “I’m fine,” I tell him. Then I correct myself. “I’m—great. I feel great.” “That’s good, baby.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and my feelings for him, whatever they are, tangle further. He nuzzles the back of my neck, and I shiver. “Keep that up,” I say lightly, “and you’ll get me up.” “Oh no.” Griff’s utterly deadpan.
