Graham grabs a blanket and puts it over my legs as he sits down with me in his lap. He mutters something about my shorts, and I snuggle in closer to him, happy he’s not mad at me. Well, he might be mad, but he’s hiding it at the moment.

When he found me, I saw a mixture of fear and relief in him. I was surprised because Graham never shows any emotion for the most part, and he’s hard to read. I bury my face in his neck to steal some of his body heat while I breathe in his scent. He holds me close and leans back in...