"Let's not have you catch cold," Graeme said quietly, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. His warmth surrounded her once again, and she doubted she could ever catch cold being this close to him.
After setting her down on the bed, Graeme turned toward his closet to retrieve some clothes, and a sudden panic quickened in her chest. He was turning away—this other part of her. He was leaving. August caught his hand, pulling him back.
"I—I'm cold now," she said quickly. Without fully understanding why, she needed him to remain close. The river of him that was running through her now, spreading more of him through every part of her, needed him there to steady it. To reassure her—else she might be swept along with it. "I'm cold without you. Stay with me. Please."
Graeme turned back with soft eyes and kneeled in front of her—his beautiful mate who appeared vulnerable to him in a new way. There was uncertainty in her eyes, and he wanted to ease it.
