Violet found herself sandwiched between two warm bodies. At first, she ignored it, content to bask in the strange comfort radiating from both sides. But then, the familiar scent of pineapple and whipped cream wafted into her nostrils, jolting her awake.
Roman.
Violet's heart raced at the sight of him. How had he gotten here? Oh right, that was a silly question to ask considering he had a talent for sneaking into her bed. She just never expected him to show up after their fight.
A wave of inexplicable joy washed over her. Roman wasn't as far gone as she had feared.
Initially, she considered reaching out to touch his handsome face, but a mischievous idea took hold instead. Carefully, she slipped out of bed. Griffin stirred as soon as she moved, but he didn't wake, and Violet let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Climbing back onto the bed, she gently took Griffin's hand and placed it around Roman's waist, then waited. No one stirred.
Good.
