You spent all day searching for your diary. It had to be there somewhere. Griffin walked in as you plopped down on the couch in defeat.

"Hey." You said to him with a sigh. "You left your diary at my house." Griffin said as he walked past you to the kitchen. Oh, god, no... You thought to yourself. "I can explain..." You said quickly, standing up from the couch to follow him into the kitchen.

"I read all those pages." Griffin said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Do you really love me, Baby?"