Page 48 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Are we late?” Reid asked on an exhale before diving back under the covers.

Nolan tried to focus, but Reid was pulling him into his arms and humming contentedly against his neck. “Not late,” he murmured. “You’re warm.”

Reid shuffled even closer, nudging a knee between his until they were a tangled bundle of limbs under the covers. “You’re warmer.”

“You’re snuggly,” Nolan commented, and held tight when Reid tried to pull away. “Just an observation, not a complaint.”

“It’s not usually my thing,” Reid responded, relaxing into their pretzel shape again.

“It’s definitely one of mine,” Nolan admitted. With you.

Reid hummed softly, and Nolan let his eyes drift shut, his head resting atop Reid’s as he nudged his nose into Nolan’s chest.

“How much time do we have? I’ll need to drop by my place and get clothes before the conference.”

Nolan hated sacrificing even a moment of time with Reid. “You’re welcome to borrow something of mine, if you’d like. Though I don’t know if my suits will give you the same… vibe.”

“What vibe is that?” he wondered against Nolan’s skin.

Nolan winced. “I don’t know, effortlessly cool? Charismatic? Colorful? I can keep going—”

“Did you not see the tie you were wearing yesterday? It looked great, like the fuckin’ sky or something.”

Nolan’s cheeks heated, a pleased little notch burrowing into his heart. “Well, that’s… it’s not like your boots or anything.”

“How about I just borrow a shirt? Do you have any more of those cute little printed numbers like you wore last night?” Reid asked, nuzzling a line up Nolan’s throat.

Nolan tilted his head back to extend the journey. “Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on whether you keep doing that.”

Reid leaned back, brow arched, and Nolan extended his bottom lip in a pout. “No, I don’t think I do—” But before he was finished speaking, Reid nuzzled in close, nose trailing up Nolan’s pulse. “Actually, seems I might have one after all.”

“Thought so.” Reid nipped at his skin, slowly but surely working his way down his neck and to the collar of his shirt.

“Don’t think we have quite that much time,” Nolan managed through the heartbeat in his ears.

“Disappointing,” Reid murmured. “I’ll have to save it for later.”

“Much later,” Nolan agreed, already wishing the day’s panels were over.

“Or just… later.” Reid lifted his head with a decidedly suggestive expression.

“After the convention,” Nolan guessed.

“Ehh.” Reid scrunched his nose. “Might not be able to wait that long.”

He pushed Nolan to his back and followed him, sliding over his hips like he belonged there. “You look really good in your suits, all buttoned-up and professional. You know your numbers. S’kinda hot.”

Nolan floundered, staring up at him with his mouth dropping open and closing again when he couldn’t find anything to say.

“We can’t…” Do whatever they were doing. “Flirt during the convention,” Nolan breathed, scandalized.

Reid cocked his head to the side, a knowing smile curling his lips. “Sure we could. Why not?”

“Because, all those people—”

“Don’t know shit. For all they do know,” Reid drawled, leaning down until they were chest to chest, his weight comforting and dizzying all at once, “we met at the convention. Who knows. Maybe we even meet today.”

“What?” Nolan couldn’t think with Reid and his honeyed eyes so close, his lips brushing Nolan’s, his words casting some kind of spell on him.