Xander gently pulled my hand away. “It’s not too soon if it’s true.” He kissed me and then slipped past so he could toss a towel to me. “What do you want to do today?”
I tilted my head. “Aside from kissing you?”
He grinned. “Yes. I could show you more of London. Maybe we could go to the London Dungeon or something.”
“Sounds scary.” I rubbed my mostly dry skin with the soft towel.
“It’s dark, and there are quite a few jump scares. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“I bet you would.”
“Or I could take you for a romantic meal for two.”
“I’m not sure there are any restaurants open before eight in the morning.”
Xander caught hold of my wrist. “I’m sure we could find somewhere for breakfast.” He spun me around and then pulled my back against his chest. “But I was thinking dinner this evening.” He kissed my neck. “Which leaves the whole day free to do whatever we want.”
“Do you still have a games console?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Do you remember that racing game we all used to play?”
“The one I used to beat you and Dillon at constantly?”
“Yes. Do you still have it?”
“No, but I’ll have something similar. I’ve upgraded my games console since then. Why?”
“Payback.”
“Oh? Do you think you can beat me now?”
“No clue, but I can have fun trying. The winner gets a kiss.”
“And what does the loser get?”
“To kiss the winner.”
Xander chuckled against my neck. “That sounds like a win-win situation to me.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” I hugged his arms. “We should get dressed. And I need to pick up my clothes.”
“Where did you leave them?”
“Umm, everywhere.”
“I didn’t realise you were such a messy houseguest.”
“I’m the worst. Sorry.” My stomach rumbled, making us both laugh.
“Breakfast and then gaming,” Xander said decisively.
“I think you missed the getting dressed stage.”
“Did I?” Xander’s tone was laughably innocent.
“Yes!”
