Like I’d gotten comfortable with him in ways I shouldn’t have.
I shifted Hazel’s carrier in my grip, fixing my eyes on the floor number ticking up.
It didn’t matter. It’s nothing.
Except it wasn’t nothing.
I did not kiss drivers. I had spent my entire life surrounded by them, knew exactly how they thought, how they acted, how they expected the world to move for them.
And yet some traitorous part of me that had no business existing was wondering what would have happened if Hazel hadn’t woken up.
I clenched my jaw, gripping my keycard tighter.
“You sure you’re not overthinking something?”
“I don’t overthink.”
He tipped his head. “Sure. And I don’t race cars for a living.”
I turned my head, meeting his gaze head-on. “I think just enough.”
His smirk deepened, but he didn’t push further.
The lift chimed, and I stepped out before he could get another word in. At the end of the hallway, I swiped the keycard and stepped inside, desperate to get into my room and shut him out.
Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline behind the living area. A deep sofa, armchair, sleek coffee table, and a dining setup for two took up the space. Two doors branched off the living room and I made a beeline for them.
Griffin wandered further in, stretching like he already owned the place. “Nice.”
The left door opened into my room. It had everything I needed. King bed. City views. Space.
I set Hazel’s carrier on the bed and stared at the wall separating my room from Griffin’s.
One wall.
That was all the distance between us, and it didn’t feel like nearly enough.
Hazel let out a sharp, irritated cry.
The door swung open without warning, and Griffin walked in. Shirtless. Because of course he was.
My brain stuttered.
Broad shoulders. Defined chest. The kind of body that made fitness magazines beg for cover shots. The faint trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his joggers.
My stomach dipped.
“I got her,” he said, snapping me out of my daze as he headed toward me.
Oh, for God’s sake, Vi. Get a grip.
I blinked, forcing my eyes up to his face. “Did you knock?”
“You didn’t answer.”
But he side-eyed me as he picked Hazel up. So no, he hadn’t knocked.
I ground my teeth. “What happened to going straight to sleep when we got here?”
