This. Was. A. Dream. Come. True.
Violet adored each of her men equally, but every now and then, she craved the warmth of someone with Griffin's easygoing, cozy nature. Quiet Moments together like these felt like the perfect kind of date, especially in the middle of the chaotic whirlwind that was Parents Week.
She was currently wearing one of Griffin's shirts, which, on her, might as well have been a dress, brushing the tops of her knees. Yep.
But Violet didn't care, because right now, Griffin was stretched out on the bed with a deep, satisfied groan, his long, burly frame sinking into the mattress. His damp hair, still tousled from the shower, spilled in wild waves across her lap as she sat cross-legged near the headboard.
And yes, she was combing his hair. You heard that right. His hair was hers to pamper today.
