Ripley slid his hands up Graham's sides and back down, still a little cooler than the other man's skin, but he hoped no longer an uncomfortable chill, lips brushing against his neck.

God, Graham was warm. And unfairly attractive. How had Ripley ever been meant to stand a chance with the Sheriff around? How was everyone in this town not after him?

"Just returning the favor." A low murmur against the side of his neck. His hands were moving up and down along Graham's sides, half to warm both them and the sheriff, and half to just enjoy the feel of him.