The supply closet door clicked shut just as you slipped inside, heart pounding from whatever nonsense had just unfolded outside. And then you realized—someone was already there.

Griffin arched a brow, leaning lazily against a stack of old textbooks. “Well, this is cozy.”

He didn’t move to leave, just studied you with a quiet smirk. “You running from something, too? Or did you just have an overwhelming urge to spend quality time in the janitor’s closet?”