My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 19: Spaghetti Kisses and Flirting

Savannah's POV

There was a knock on the door, frightening me. I moved Griffin's head from my shoulder and pushed him away from me. He fell off the bed, yet he was still asleep, causing me to let out a quiet laugh.

I got up and opened the hotel door to see a huge dish of spaghetti, which I had ordered.
I picked it up and laid it on the coffee table. The moment I placed it on the coffee table, Griffin woke up.

He lifted his head up and furrowed his eyebrows. "Why am I on the floor?"

"You fell off the bed," I explained with a laugh.

He shrugged and came to my side, eyeing the spaghetti. The spaghetti had long pasta noodles with red tomato sauce. There were two huge meatballs on the plate, which were the size of softballs.

"Where's your food?" I asked, as I took out a fork.

"We're sharing," Griffin answered. He took his own fork and twirled it around the noodles, taking a huge bite.

"This is mine, not yours," I growled.

"Come on, Savvy. I didn't want to waste money so we are sharing."

I sighed at him and twirled my own fork of spaghetti, biting into the warm pasta. One of the noodles, that I was chewing on, was super long.

I looked up and saw Griffin smirking, as I continued to work on the super long noodle.

The noodle finally became shorter, but I realized something terrible. The more I ate, the more Griffin came closer. His lips were so close to mine, that we could have kissed. He realized this too, as his eyes widened in shock.

I did not want to kiss him so I dropped the noodle from my mouth and looked at Griffin with wide eyes.

"Savvy?" Griffin asked, as he finished up the long noodle.

"We almost kissed," I whispered.

He chuckled at me. "Let's do this again so we can be The Lady and the Tramp."

I rolled my eyes at him. "No, thanks."

I walked away from him and plopped onto the hotel bed. I wasn't hungry, anymore. Plus, I did not want to end up kissing him.

Minutes later, he sat beside me and sighed.

"Why are you always alone with no parents?" he asked, catching me off-guard.

It took me a few seconds to answer his question. "My parents work in the White House so I live alone with my maid and butler. I visited them, last summer."

He nodded, processing the information. "So, that's how my dad knew you. Why do you live in Connecticut, then?"

"To be honest, I really don't know. Maybe, they're trying to get rid of me," I joked.

He chuckled at me. "Well, what are their positions?"

Before I could answer, the hotel phone rang. Griffin jumped out of the bed and picked up the phone, as I wondered who was on the other line.

I waited until he ended the call and he had a small smile on his lips. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Who was that?" I asked with curiosity.

"That was the hotel owner. We're having a snowstorm for two or three days," he explained.

I gaped at him. "That's not something to be happy about. We're going to miss Thanksgiving!" I cried out.

He placed an arm around me. "It's alright, Savvy. We still have some time, before Thanksgiving," he responded with a calm voice.