ARIEL
"If you're uncomfortable, you can change." I immediately look up at the sound of his voice, hearing a hint of, hesitance in his tone for the first time ever. I look down at mu clothes, my cheeks flame at the sight of my dress hiked up my thighs, about 2 inches from flashing anyone unfortunate enough to look.
"God." I tug it down. "Um, yeah sure. I'll raid your closet." I joke. Griffin gives me an incredulous look. I slump my shoulders. "You're fun." I roll my eyes.
"Come." He says, leading into what I assume is his closet.
"I was joking, I can just take a cab to my house it's no big deal." I walk behind him. He stops walking and turns, but I realize too late and collide into his chest. "Ow." I whine.
He cathches me around the waist with a grunt.
"Careful." he says. I look up at him, our faces close, eyes meeting. "I didn't let you take a cab last night, and I am not going to now. Stop saying it." He gives my waist a firm squeeze making me yelp. His green eyes glint in amusement.
"I was just trying to not annoy you." My voice comes out breathless.
"You aren't, I brought you here, you're not leaving." He glares. I look down, staring at his almost see through white tshirt covered chest. Scary.
"Ever?" I raise my eyes again, smirking a little. Another squeeze. My stomach pools with heat.
"Maybe." He smirks, my chest explodes in fireworks, the tilt of his lips makes my heart pound. We stare at each other, almost forgetting everything that reserves us from making out right here. Almost.
Just when he is inches from my lips, the air conditioning picks up making me jerk, and pull away. I can't. I clear my throat.
Griffin recovers quickly.
"What would you like to wear?" He asks, turning with one hand still on my hip.
"Um, a hoodie? I don't think your pants would fit me." I point out.
"No they wouldn't. I do not wear hoodies, however I have a crew neck from college around here somewhere." He says, leaving my side to find it. The absence of his presence leaves a cold gust where warmth once predisided.
"You don't wear hoodies?" I gawk. "They're so comfortable? I love hoodies, what do you grocery shop in? Your suit?" I ask.
"I don't do grocery shopping." He states, walking back over with a black Princeton crew neck. The writing is orange. It's huge.
"Ofcourse." I smile. Rich people. "Why did you size up so much? I am all about comfy clothes but this is a bit much. Why do they even make this size?" I frown. It's so big.
"I got it in college, it was my size then, it's possibly too small now." He comments.
"Too small?" I mock. "No way you would fill out this entire shirt. I think we should send this to disney land, maybe the beast could wear it." I exaggerate. He looks at me with a challenging look.
"It's my size."
"No, I agree that you're beast like," I pause to let my joke live. He gives me an uninterested look. "But this is big, even for you." I shake my head.
