Leo doubted he had ever been cuddled in his life before he met James. He certainly hadn’t known that he wanted any such thing. When James touched him like this, he felt—Christ, he felt safe. And it didn’t make any sense. Leo’s career—hell, his life—depended on his ability to assess danger and seek safety, and he knew perfectly well that there was no possible peril that James could protect him from with a blanket and a strong forearm.
