Elena Armas

He seemed to consider something, and then, without any kind of warning, he moved and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.
'I really fucking hope this is okay,' he murmured somewhere close to my temple, warmth surrounding me as a odd sense of comfort mixed with the shock. 'Is it, Graham?'
'I… huh, yes?' I mumbled. Then closed my eyes. 'Yes. It’s more than okay.'
'Good.'