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“Easy,” he murmured, helping me slide out of the truck. Since my wobbly legs weren’t reliable enough, he pulled me into his side and closed the door behind me.
With his arm around my back, he carefully guided me toward my front steps. My stomach flip-flopped from the proximity.
“Keys?”
It took me a moment to realize what he was asking, and I dug the house key out from my clutch. I handed them to him, and he pulled a tight-lipped smile as he unlocked the door.
Once it was pushed open, I expected him to leave me there, but he didn’t look prepared to walk away.
When I stared at him for a moment too long, Griffin furrowed his brows. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to say goodnight?”
“No? I’m helping you inside,” he returned gently with his arm still on me. “You need some coffee and water before I go anywhere.”
For whatever reason, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment then. I tried to brush him off. “You don’t need to. I’m—”
“I’m not fighting you on this, Sara. Let’s go.”
Something about his demanding tone made me shiver, and I had no mind to disobey him.
“Fine,” I mumbled, trying to pretend like I wasn’t excited by his presence alone.
“It’s fortunate our houses are laid out the same,” he mumbled, closing the door behind us once we were inside. He guided me toward the living room and helped me find the couch.
“Here, get comfortable,” he said, to which I didn’t need to be told twice.
I sank into the cushions and let go of a deep sigh at how it soothed my strangely sore muscles. While I had felt lighter than air before, the reality of it seemed to creep back in again.
Closing my eyes, the lull of sleep felt tempting. All the while, I heard rummaging in the kitchen. Something in the back of my mind wanted to accuse him of prying, but I was too tired to care.
I snapped back to the present after what felt like a second later, realizing I had fallen asleep. Confusion gripped me, but seeing Griffin beside me served as a reminder of what was going on.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he murmured, holding a glass of water in front of me, along with a small pill. “Painkillers and water first.”
Prepared to protest, all my will to fight ebbed away at the sight of the frosty glass. I took it from his grasp and drank greedily. I didn’t know how much I needed it until it was against my lips.
Before all the water was gone, I tossed the pill back, then washed it down. Handing the glass back to him, Griffin nodded his approval.
“Good. You’ll hurt less tomorrow.”
As I slumped against the couch again, I found myself facing Griffin. I blinked lazily and looked at him, wondering how someone like him managed to find his way into my house, and on my couch.
I used to hate him. Or at least, I thought he hated me enough to make me his personal target. To get under my skin as much as humanly possible. His reluctance to accept me was infuriating.
“Why are you being nice?” I asked, hearing my voice returned to me a moment later in a strange mental echo. It made me second-guess if I should’ve asked at all.
The corner of Griffin’s lip pulled up at that. “I figured if I recruited your help, I could at least be a little kinder to you.”
“Took you long enough.”
He chuckled at the comment and reached for the mug of coffee. “Here, smartass. Drink this.”
The cup was still warm when I grabbed it, but not too hot to keep me from sipping the coffee. It was more bitter than I normally liked it, but it felt comforting, nonetheless.
Having his help was surprisingly nice, and I didn’t mind him following me inside then.
“Your friends aren’t very fond of me, are they?” Griffin asked, leaning his arm against the back of the couch.
