When I settle next to him, I sit close enough that my shoulder brushes his. It’s not just for comfort, either. It’s cold down here, and Garrett runs even hotter than Arlon does. His gray skin feels as nice as a sun-warmed rock as I press against him. Garrett doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite. He leans against me, scooting until his chin rests on top of my head. I smile and take it as permission to cuddle closer. We come to some silent understanding that whatever we’re in for today, we’re likely in it together.
