How did I find myself here again? Fully clothed and lying on top of the tightly made duvet of Graham's bed in his hotel room?
Not that I'm complaining. When he asked if I wanted to watch an episode of TV in his bedroom, I gladly accepted. I mean who in their right mind would turn down time to lie in bed with a ridiculously hot guy and watch TV? Even a nun would be tempted.
Graham flips the channels, our hands precariously close to one another as they set on top of the bedspread, but yet we haven't touched.
"Want to watch Jurassic Park again?" he asks with a laugh.
"Can we make it through?"
He grabs my hand, holding it in the space between us. "I'd be okay if we missed it again." The big smile catches me off guard when I look. The way his eyes twinkle and happiness, the dark stubble on
