R for Rough

I didn't know why Griffin hated me so much, but it was wearing me down. I walked on eggshells around him at work, and I hated that I still wanted him. I saw him in my dreams, my fantasies, and...frankly, in some nightmares too. And then I freaking saw him at a munch, and I almost lost it. Just how much did we have in common?! Was there no way for us to coexist? My friend Abel firmly believed Griffin and I belonged together, but I didn't know what that guy was smoking.

Something had to give, though-and that made me think of what my grandpa used to tell me as a kid. I'd been too young to wield an axe, so he'd chopped wood while I had walked along the tree line to collect kindling. Then when I came across a branch I couldn't break, he'd say, "It's just a matter of finding the right pressure point. You can do it, Tracy."

Maybe that could be applied to Griffin too.

It was just a matter of finding the right pressure point.

This story takes place in Cara Dee's Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want.