The moment the car door swung open, the sea wind rushed in like an icy hand slapping him straight across the face. Julian shivered faintly, and before he could even pull up his collar, a thick coat had been draped over his shoulders, carrying the warmth and the familiar scent of the person beside him. Ethan said nothing; he simply bent down and fastened the buttons one by one, so carefully that it was as though what he was wrapping up was not a grown man but a piece of porcelain that already bore a crack.
"I can do it myself," Julian said, yet he made no move to push his hand away.
"I know." Only after fastening the last button did Ethan look up. "But I want to."
