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I burst out laughing. “A facial steamer!” I wiped tears from my eyes. I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself enough to keep talking. “The next steps are exfoliation and then a face mask.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not talking about masquerade or burglar’s masks, are you?”

I started laughing again. This time I ended up wheezing. “You’re hilarious!”

“I’m glad you think so. Maybe I should give up YouTube and True Fans and become a stand-up comedian.”

I shook my head and wiped fresh tears away. “Next, I’ll put a serum on your face,” I said between gasps, “and massage it in with a roller.”

“Oh my God. First, you want to steam my face like broccoli. Now you want to roll it like pastry? Or asphalt! Are we talking rolling pin or steam roller here?”

“Neither.” My sides were hurting so much I could barely speak. Tears blurred my eyes, and it was all I could do to remain upright. I picked my face roller up and waved it in front of him.

“Oh, that’s tiny. That’s okay, then. Carry on. What’s next?”

“Moisturiser.”

“And that’s it?”

I nodded.

“Okay. That’s going to take a while, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, this can’t wait, so the face stuff will have to.”

My laughter died instantly. “What can’t wait?”

He pushed up onto his elbows and stared at me intently. “Telling you that I love you too.”

I smacked my hand over my mouth. “Really?”

“Yes. Well, I think so. Real talk?”

I nodded.

“I’ve never felt this head over heels about anyone before. I’ve had boyfriends, but they’ve never made me feel bubbly and light like you do. I’ve never smiled just thinking about anyone but you. So if that’s not love, I’m not sure what other name to give it.”

“It sounds like love to me.” Hearing him say all that made me giddy.

“Then come here and kiss me.”

I obliged. I kissed him so hard that my toes curled and my stomach fluttered.

“Good kiss,” Xander whispered. “Are you going to finish my face now?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Damn right, I do. You promised me a full-on facial.”

I laughed against his lips. “Just not the cum kind.”

“No. Not that kind.”

I poured some exfoliant onto a dry cotton round. “Lie back, close your eyes, and enjoy.”

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN