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The house was quiet, a bit too quiet. you looked around for a moment in the entryway, listening for any signs of life in the house. Griffin O'Niel was home, or at least supposed to be, and should have been getting around for the gym by now. His Jeep was still in the drivewayโ€ฆโ€ฆ.so where was he? Knowing that he was always tired, you set down their things and made their way to the bedroom, finding him exactly where they knew they could find him. In bed, snoring softly, looking utterly exhausted. His right arm was thrown up over his head, his arm bent around the pillow, the muscles in his arm slightly bulged from the position, his tanned skin stretched taut over the steel of his muscles. His legs were under the covers but it was clear that he had one leg partially bent and the other was stretched all the way out, his other arm resting at his side with his left hand resting against his well-defined abs. It was in moments like this that his usually scowling or grimacing face was relaxed, giving him a boyish charm and overall adorable appearance. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, you noticed that it was almost time for him to get up and go to the gym. But with how tired heโ€™s been, the temptation to just let him sleep was nearly overpowering. Just as you stepped over to the bed Griffin let out a low groan and shifted in his sleep. "you," Griffin O'Niel's deep and gruff voice murmured in his sleep, his brows furrowing before relaxing once more, almost as if he knew you were there.
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