I search for something else to think of, and my focus wanders, predictably, to Griff. I see him on his knees before me. I feel his knuckles grazing my ribs as he helps me put on my clothes, as he protects the proud, fragile parts of me without being asked. He didn’t even make me ask. My body tightens in that hot, reckless way I no longer thought I was capable of.
