The guys all smile as I pull Griff past them and out of the room, heading to the stairs.
“Good luck, man!” Raiden calls after us.
“Rude!” I yell back, making them all laugh more.
It’s not until we’re on the landing at the top of the stairs that my brain catches up with me, and I ask, “Wait, do you still have things that you need to pack?”
He smiles and shakes his head, “Nope, I’m all done.”
“Oh, thank god, it’s a real concern I have with the whole packing thing,” I ramble as I continue to pull him down the hallway and through my bedroom door. “I mean, I’m sure that normal people don’t worry about packing quite as much as I do, or maybe they do?” I look at an amused-looking Griff as he props himself up on my bed and watches me. “Do you panic when you pack?”
Chapter Fourteen
Neith
He shakes his head, “No, I don’t, but that’s not to say that you’re the only one who panics when they pack things, although I do think that your packing random objects that have nothing to do with where we’re going or what we’re doing, is very definitely a ‘you thing’.”
I don’t even pretend to get mad.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I reply.
Turning back to my closet, I leave the doors wide open so I can still talk to Griff while I sort through the mess that I left on the floor.
I’m really nervous about meeting Griff’s family. I’ve never really done that before, and I find myself really caring about whether they like me or not. Hence the nervous rambling.
“Okay, so I need some information,” I say.
Griff raises his eyebrow, “Oh?”
I nod, “Yeah, so what should I wear? For example, are your family all casual and laid back, or would it be better if I dressed up a bit?”
“What?” Griff asks, looking slightly confused.
I barrel on because that’s where I am at this point in my freakout.
“Also, what about cursing? Do I need to be careful not to curse as much? And are there any subjects that I shouldn’t bring up or anything that I should bring up?” My eyes widen, “Shit, I should have asked you this ages ago, so I had proper time to prepare, and now I’m just going to look like an idiot.”
Understanding crosses Griff’s features, and he stands up, striding into the closet and moving in front of where I’m standing, staring at the mess I’ve made and panicking.
His fingers move under my chin and lift my face so that I can meet his gaze. “Just be yourself, you’re perfect exactly how you are, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Trust me, they’re going to love you. How could they not?”
I melt. That was so fucking sweet.
I then do what any sane woman would do in this situation and launch myself at him. He doesn’t even stumble as he catches me in his arms and immediately lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as my hands grip his face, and tug lightly at his beard.
“You’re fucking awesome,” I say. “You know that? How did you even know that I was freaking out about that?”
He shrugs, “I didn’t, not really. Thank you for caring so much about my family.”
I frown, “Of course I care. They mean a lot to you, and you mean a lot to me, so of course your family is going to mean a lot to me, and I’m going to want to make a good impression.”
His lips meet mine in a heated kiss, and I can’t help but let out a small moan as his tongue tangles with mine. I love kissing Griff.
He rumbles, that’s the only way I can describe it, and it’s hot as fuck.
I don’t want to pack anymore. Packing is actually the furthest thing from my mind, and instead, I tug on his shirt.
“Off,” I mutter against his lips.
