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He chuckled.
We gazed at each other, our eyes softening, until my phone buzzed again.
Layla:Treehouse it is.
Layla:And hurry the F up. I wanna C U guys.
Meaning, she wanted to see Griffin. The guys too.
Me:On the way.
I explained.
Griff shook his head in stunned disbelief as he reached his hand to help me up—slowly.
Once I was on my feet, not as steady as I’d like, he asked again,
I leaned into his chest.
I wobbled a bit on the way to the passenger side, but I felt steadier once tucked into Clyde’s bucket seat. Griff closed my door and circled the front to his side.
As he merged into traffic, I said,
Griffin was looking from me to the road and back again, his mouth slightly ajar.
