“Oh my God. Yes,” I breathed out. It felt like I was laying on a cloud. Playing in the minors really wasn’t too shabby if they got to stay in hotels like this one. I mean, it wasn’t the Ritz, but it wasn’t half bad.
Griff trailed in the room behind me, ripping off his dress shirt. He didn’t even bother hanging it up either, just tossed it on the ground with his backpack.
When he turned to look at me already sprawled out on the bed, he justsmiled.
But seeing him there made me freeze and sit up straight.
“Oh my Gosh. I’m so sorry,” I felt my face burn with embarrassment. “This is your hotel room. I’ll take the couch,” I said shyly.
Griff’s face cracked in disapproval. “Absolutely not. Stay right there. What kinda shit person would make their pregnant friend sleep on a couch? Besides, you could’ve left us in the slammer all night,” he laughed dryly.
I rolled my eyes at that and looked back at him with hesitation. He was letting me stay here and now giving up his bed too. He was the one who played a long, physical game… and then got into a bar fight– to defend me, no less… He was probably already sore. Sleeping on a couch wouldn’t help that. The angel on my shoulder reprimanded me to give up the bed… But… It really was a masterpiece of comfort… and I hadn’t slept well in weeks. My little flop revealed that maybe it would be possible to get a full night’s sleep here…
I decided to give him one more chance to take it.
“Are you really sure?” I asked, squinting at him.
“Yes, absolutely, Savannah,” he laughed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
He turned away from me then like it was a done deal and started busying himself with the TV clicker. Standing there in just his dress pants with one hand on his hip… I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked… and it crossed my mind that if I were literally any other girl from the stadium earlier today, this would’ve been a dream cometrue…
I felt myself blush while I shook that idea out of my head. This wasGriffI was looking at. What was I thinking?
I started taking my bra off– not in the obvious way– but in the way where I unsnapped it under my shirt then slid it out from an arm hole. I hoped that would make me more comfortable. My bra was starting to get too tight for me, and I made a mental note to go shopping for a larger one tomorrow. I never had much in the boob area, so this was definitely a bit of a change.
When I looked back up, Griff was staring down at my bra on the ground, and he visibly swallowed before looking back to the TV again… I wondered if that made him upset? Maybe I was getting too comfortable… Gah. I needed to shut my brain up for the night. This was Griff. He didn’t care, I was just being sensitive.
After finding an episode of Friends, he reached over to shut the lights off… and my heartsqueezed.
He knew to do it in that order… forme.
He knew I hated complete darkness, so he avoidedit.
“Thank you,” I said quietly while tossing him a pillow from the bed.
He just gave me a small smile, puffed up the pillow between his strong forearms, then placed it under his head. He crossed his arms over his chest, tucked his chin, and closed my eyes, seemingly determined to fall asleep as quickly as possible… but about a foot of him was hanging off the end of the couch…
On top of not being able to find a comfortable position, the guilt over him being all squished up ate at me, and for the next five minutes, I kept tossing and turning.
Eventually, he opened an eye and peeked over at me. “Y’alright over there?”
“No,” I huffed. “I feel bad, Griff,” I admitted.
“Oh shit,” He turned to his side to fully look at me. The TV light exposed his absolutely ripped torso, and his eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Like you’re gonna puke again?”
My morning sickness– which, I have no clue why they deemed itmorningsickness because it happened all day long– had subsided over the past couple weeks, and I smiled at his concern.
“No… I mean, look at your feet, Griff,” I pointed. “They’re hanging off the couch. That cannot be comfortable,” I said doubtfully.
“Nah, I don’t mind. I’ve slept in less comfortable spots.”
I paused for a second, mulling it over, then patted the space on the bed next to me. “C’mere.”
It was his turn to pause. His eyebrows raised. “You sure?”
I nodded and scootched over.
In bed, we were silent for a few minutes… well, except my tossing and turning.
