“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I got off his lap and looked for my suitcase, which wasn’t in its usual place at the end of the sofa.
“It’s outside the blanket fort,” Xander said. “It was zipped up, so I hope you don’t mind me moving it.”
“Not at all. There’s not much to see in there anyway.” I grinned. “Except my dildos.”
“Huh, maybe I should have snooped.”
“Why? Do you want to borrow one?”
Xander winced. “I don’t like being the bottom. I’ve tried a few times with different guys. I couldn’t get into it. Do you like to top?”
I sat on his lap again and tried to smooth the worry lines on his forehead away with my thumbs. “When it comes to penetrative sex, I prefer receiving to giving.”
“You’re not just saying that?”
“No.” I used my lips to chase the worry lines away. They succeeded where my thumbs had failed. “Topping is too much like hard work.”
The look on Xander’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was stretched into a hugeO.
I pecked his cheek. “It’s a good thing I’ve fallen for a fitness freak with the stamina of an ox, isn’t it?”
He blinked.
“You can do all the hard work while I lie back and think of England.” I winked at him and then jumped up. “Are we moving my things into your room or not?”
“We are.”
“I hope you have lots of space in your bathroom. I have all my face stuff and my hair stuff and—”
He stood and silenced me with a kiss. “We’ll make room.”
I sighed a swoony sigh. That was why Xander was the perfect boyfriend for me. I only hoped Dillon would come around. Soon.
* * *
Xander folded his arms as I added my favourite mascara to the shelf to the right of his sink. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a lot of bathroom stuff. What’s it all for?”
I gestured to the selection of bottles and palettes to which I’d added the mascara. “This is my make-up.” I gestured to the shelf above the sink. “And these are for my skincare routine.”
“Is this you travelling light, or…?”
I laughed. “No. This is everything.”
Xander stared at the bottles. “What do they all do? I wash my face with soap and water, and it’s fine.”
I gasped. “You?” I opened and closed my mouth. “Soap?”
“Yes.”
I put my hand over my mouth and shook my head. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“What’s wrong with soap?”
“It’s drying and abrasive. You need a good cleanser and a moisturiser. At the bare minimum. Your poor skin. Let me give you a facial.”
Xander took a half step back. “I’m good.”
