Grayson's eyes swept Neville's frame, assessing.
"Nothing," Neville said, rubbing his arms. "It just got cold for a second."
Grayson stared at him for a moment longer before he stepped back.
"Wait here."
Grayson crossed to the living area, retrieved his coat from the back of the dark leather sofa, and returned. Without ceremony, he draped it over Neville's shoulders.
Like every other coat that Neville had forgotten to return to Grayson, it had a soft fabric lining inside that prevented abrasions to an omega's sensitive skin.
It also had a strong fresh water scent from Grayson wearing it for a long time.
The scent settled around Neville like a second skin that Neville had to actively suppress the urge to sink into it in front of everyone.
Instead, he plucked at the sleeve, which hung a good four inches past his fingertips.
"It's too big. It'll get in the way."
