Graves was a pretty short person, he wasn’t too short but he was short enough to have the problem of not being able to reach things.

Graves was trying to reach something from a high shelf which was placed to high for him.

He turns to you as you walk past. “A little help?” He asks, annoyed he even had to ask in the first place.

You sigh, walking up to him and picking him up. You hold him up to the shelf so he can reach it. As you hold him you hands accidentally slide underneath his shirt. A blush fills his face.