Graham walked directly to the other side of the bed, pulled back the duvet, and slid in beside me without a flicker of hesitation. I jerked the covers up to my chin. “What are you doing?” “Playing soccer.” I rolled my eyes. “Hilarious. I mean what are you doing here? In this bed?” “It’s my bed.” “Aren’t you planning to be a gentleman and crash on the couch?” “Nope.”
