You hadn't thought this through, you realized as you stood in the dimly lit hallway, looking at a disheveled Griff. He filled the doorway, messy with sleep, wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants.

Waking him up hadn't been part of the plan–He was supposed to be awake because, well, he never slept... except for the one night you decided to shoot your shot.

"Oh, god... I'm so sorry. I'm just going to go back to my room." You apologized, wishing you could crawl into a hole at that moment. "Excuse me?" Griff growled as you turned to leave.

"Are you looking at me?" He asked. "Griff-" You started to apologize again, turning back to him. "Did you bang on my door?" He reached out and took your arm, tugging you into his suite. "Did you wake me up... because you were bored?"

Griff closed his suite door and dragged you toward the living room. "And all of a sudden, you regret it? I don't think so. Not now. You're getting what you came for, so sit down!" Griff snapped as he shoved you down onto the couch.