Miles unfolded then refolded a thick, fluffy blanket and put it in my spot. “This is a king sized down feather comforter. Folded to your size, it should give you some cushion from the floor,” he explained as he took my sleeping bag and put it on the blanket. When he got to his feet, I hugged him. It was so sweet and considerate that I couldn’t help it. “Thank you,” I said. He tensed, but after a heartbeat, relaxed and then squeezed me back.
