"Are you sure you want to meet my friends?" Graham runs his fingers through his dark hair smoothing it back.
I nod like a fool caught up in his spell. I've never met a man who can make such a simple action so overwhelmingly intimate.
"Yup." As if I'd say anything else.
He gives me one last look, waiting for me to change my mind, and when I don't, we walk through the big doors of the bed-and-breakfast out into the cold afternoon. Before we cross over the covered patio, he takes my hand into his. Our arms swing together back and forth as we walk.
Normally, I want to stay inside and avoid the cold as much as possible, even on a rare afternoon off, but the last few days I've ventured out to spend time with Graham. You would think your body would get used to the sudden drop in temperature,
