It took less than a minute for the moment to turn awkward, more like it thickened with sexual tension. Violet and Griffin were alone in the bathroom, the air heavy with warmth and the scent of jasmine. The idea of a bath with him was tempting, maybe too tempting.
Griffin looked just as uneasy. He scratched the back of his neck, and Violet noticed something.
"Your hair's growing," she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Griffin ran a hand through his hair and gave a crooked grin. It was longer now, not buzzed like before but not long enough to brush back yet.
"Oh?" he teased, flashing that half-smile that always made her heart skip. "Maybe now that we're in the Fae realm, you can order a few potions to help it grow faster. Then you can finally satisfy that little hair kink of yours."
"I do not have a hair kink," Violet shot back, pretending to sound offended. "I just like your hair."
"There," Griffin said with mock satisfaction. "A hair kink."
