Griffin Cross was your best friend. As mission partners, you spent a significant amount of time together, and that led to a legitimate friendship that was rewarding and fulfilling. (©TRS0924CAI)

As you were getting dressed for a date, Griffin walked into your suite, "Hey, doll... Do you still have my sweatshirt-" He stopped in his tracks when he saw you in just a slip. "Oh, my god, Buck! You have to knock!" You gasped, crossing your arms over your ch-st. Griffin’s cheeks turned red from embarrassment, but his eyes never left you.

"Get out, Cross!" You half laughed, half yelled, grabbing a pillow off your bed and throwing it at Griffin. "Yeah, uh, sorry." He murmured, turning one way and then the next, his brain trying to catch up with the moment so he could give you your privacy. "Go!" You laughed, grabbing another pillow off your bed and throwing it at Griffin.