For a moment I was tongue tied. Then words returned to me. "Well you should forget it. I didn't know what I was saying."

Griffin raised an eyebrow. "Really? What's the expression? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts."

"I wasn't drunk though."

"But you weren't in your right mind either."

He was right. But there was no way I would let him know that.

I shook my head. "Absolutely not."

"So you don't like me?"

"Never have." I was lying through my teeth and by the smirk on Griffin's face I was sure he also knew it.

"For someone who doesn't like me, you seem to care a lot about Brittney and I."

"I don't care," I said quickly, maybe too quickly. "I just feel bad for her."

"Feel bad for her?" he echoed. "You barely know her."

"You've been leading her on," I exclaimed. "I sympathise with someone who has gotten their heart broken."

He shook his head. "I told her from the start that I didn't want a relationship."

"But you knew she did and still continued to see her. You encouraged her."

"Are you telling me I should be with her?" Griffin said quietly, his voice holding a slight edge. "Do you want me to ask her to be my girlfriend?"

"No!" I exclaimed without thinking.

"No?"

I laid down with my back to him. "You can be with whoever you want. You can sleep with whoever you want. It's none of my business."

"I only want to be with one person, princess," Griffin said softly. "And it's not her."

For a few seconds I was quiet and could only hear the sounds of the nightlife outside the tent. Griffin sighed and I felt him sit up and turn off the torch, plunging us into darkness.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked quietly once he'd laid back down.

"Yes."

"Why don't you do relationships?"

He laughed under his breath. "I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't that."

"Wait," I interrupted and laughed. "Let me guess, you had an ex girlfriend who probably slept with your best friend and now you trust no girls which is why you only sleep with them?" I joked.

He didn't respond.

My eyes widened and I rolled over. "No. Surely that didn't happen?"

"Not quite, but almost," he said in a quiet tone. "Last year I was in a serious relationship, or so I thought."

"What happened?" I asked, curiosity eating me.

"The morning of my hockey final I found another boy in her bed," he said. "It was one of the other team's players. Apparently they'd been seeing each other for a couple of weeks."

My heart broke for him. That was a pretty shitty situation. I reached out and squeezed his hand that was resting on his stomach. "I'm sorry that happened."

He mindlessly ran a finger over my hand, tracing my fingers. "It's fine. I'm completely over it now."

"Yet you're still sworn off relationships?"

"What I look for in a relationship changed after her."

"That sounds pretty sad."

"On the contrary, it's rather fun." He rolled over so we were face to face. "If you want I can show you how fun it is."

I groaned and pulled my hand back. I wiggled my body to the far side of the tent putting as much distance between us as I could. "Goodnight Griffin."

Him chuckling was the last thing I heard before sleep took me.

I woke up with a gasp and covered in cold sweat.

"Are you okay?"

I looked up to to find Griffin hovering beside me, the small torch beside him lit up the worried expression on his face.I nodded and sat up, shaking off the cold feeling lingering in my stomach. "It was just a nightmare."

I had no memory of what it had been about, yet my pulse stayed racing. As if he could read my feelings Griffin wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "I used to get nightmares every day when I was younger. My mum would sit with me and stroke my hair." I felt his fingers gently run through my hair, creating shivers in their wake. "Then she would make me a cup of warm milk and stay with me till I fell back asleep."

"She sounds really nice."

I heard the smile in Griffin's voice. "She is."

"I hardly ever get nightmares." I let out a laugh. "Maybe your presence disturbs even my subconsciousness."

"I have to disagree." His voice lowered. "You seem pretty happy in my arms right now."

"I..." For the second time tonight I was tongue tied. I should protest. I should be moving far away from him and going back to sleep, but instead I looked up at him, my eyes finding his. For the briefest of seconds I thought I saw his gaze drift down to my lips but a second later his eyes were back on mine and I can only assume it was a trick of the light. I looked away, my sleep deprived mind was confusing me right now.

Griffin let out a small laugh. "You can't even deny it because you know it's true."

"You wish it was true."

"It is."

I rolled my eyes. "Is not."

"Your actions speak louder than your words."

I groaned. His hug was warm and I was cold. "Your warmth is nice, that's it."

He winced. "Ouch princess. I let you sleep in my tent and in return you steal my heat."

"You should have kept Oscar on a shorter leash if you didn't want me here," I retaliated.

"Who said I didn't want you here?"

Butterflies came alive in my stomach.

"I'm sure your classmates wouldn't want me here," I breathed, looking up at him. "I've made it inside enemy lines after all."

Laughter danced in his eyes as he brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I'll just have to hold you captive then. I can't have you ruining our game plan."

"Your game plan must be rather bad if you think a person with an injured leg could ruin it."

His voice lowered. "I've learned not to underestimate you."

"It took you a while," I teased and gently ran a hand along the edge of his jaw.

His eyes darkened and he said, "I've learnt your strategies now princess."

"Oh?" I twisted in his lap so my legs were either side of him. "Why am I still winning the prank war then?"

He placed his hands on my waist and smirked. "You won't be for long."

"You sure?" I trailed my hand slowly up his chest and he watched me without saying a word. I glanced at his lips and then back up at his eyes. His pupils were larger than before.

"Princess..." he trailed off, then began leaning his head down towards mine. My stomach twisted.

He was about to kiss me.

Then, just as our lips were about to meet, I rolled off him with a laugh. "I still have many tricks up my sleeve."

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "I can see that."

I smiled and laid down. "Goodnight Griffin."

A few seconds later he turned off the torch. "Sweet dreams, princess."