Instead of leaving when the movie was over, Graham swept me off my feet, literally, and carried me to bed. We spent half the night, and some of the morning, making love. He banished every thought of him with another woman. My apprehension from the night before disappeared as Graham loved me with his hands, his mouth, his body. I was still curious about the look in his eyes when I asked about his past, but it didn’t make sense to push.
When we finally managed to drag ourselves out of bed late the next morning I saw a bunch of missed calls from Brett. Graham must have noticed something because he immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said automatically, backing my words up with a smile.
He peered closely at me before his eyes softened. “Why don’t I believe you?”
I laughed as he
