Violet's eyes widened. "A-are you sure?"
Griffin caught her hand and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles, his voice laced with amusement. "Just admit you've been lusting after my hair."
Violet couldn't help it. Laughter burst out of her. Damn it, he was right. She had been obsessing over his hair. What a weirdo she was.
"Let's go, then." Griffin didn't even hesitate. With a devilish grin, he scooped Violet up by the waist and carried her straight toward the shower.
"Wait—Griffin!" she squealed, laughing as she clutched his shoulders, but he was already sliding the door open with one hand and stepping inside with her in his arms.
"Trust me, you'll want to see this," he murmured with that teasing glint in his eyes.
Violet barely caught her breath before he set her down and gestured toward the built-in shelf lined with an impressive lineup of shampoos. She blinked, genuinely stunned.
