The weekend was perfect. But eventually Monday arrived. It always does. In the pre-dawn darkness I heard Griff’s alarm go off. He stopped its beeping, then rolled over to hold me. “Gonna miss waking up with you in my bed,” he whispered. “But I understand why you have to go.” Since I didn’t know what to say to that, I just hugged his big, naked body a little more tightly. “I’ll take you back after breakfast,” he said quietly. “And next week when you make your pitch to those assholes, I hope they give you every last thing you want. And if they don’t, I hope you’ll try again.” He stroked my hair.
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