Violet lay tangled in Griffin's arms, their breaths soft and steady, his chest rising and falling against her back.
His muscular arm was slung protectively around her waist, anchoring her in place while his nose was buried in her hair, breathing in the subtle scent that was uniquely Violet.
His warmth enveloped her, his scent grounding her, and in that cocoon of comfort, they both drifted deeper into sleep.
The match with the parents would occur later that evening so both of them had enough time for themselves and weren't bothered about being disturbed. Well, not for long.
The sharp ring of Griffin's phone cut through the peaceful silence, jarring but not quite enough to stir them. It rang once and both of them ignored it, nesting closer instead, as if daring the world to try harder to pull them apart.
