Page 126 of Pervade London
James gave us an indulgent smile. “I’ll come back with coffee.”
“Stay,” I told him.
Xavier pressed his lips to my shoulder, as though thanking me for saying it.
James turned to go. “Take the time you need.”
We watched him disappear from view.
“He cares so much for you,” I said softly.
Though James’ need for Xavier was multi-layered, and he had to know this.
“How are you feeling?” Xavier leaned forward to look at my face. “That was a lot to take in yesterday.”
“I’m doing okay.”
“Sure?”
I drew in a sigh of happiness at being back in his arms. “So many questions.”
“Ask me.”
“The secrecy has lifted?”
“Some.”
I needed to mull over what I’d seen and heard. Needed to come to terms with what I believed was happening with us all.
“Our second date,” I began quietly. “What did I wear?”
His sigh matched mine. “Black halter-neck dress. Strappy shoes. A thong that snapped easily. You’d removed your nose ring. Which told me you were already addicted to my cock.”
My elbow hit his ribs. “Earrings?”
“Gold studs.”
“What else do you remember?” I asked wistfully.
“I wanted to impress you, so I took you to Hide, that restaurant in Mayfair.”
“I was already impressed.”
“We had oysters. You wanted to know how pearls are made. I told you over a bottle of oaked chardonnay.”
“Xavier,” I coaxed.
His grip tightened. “Are you sure you want me to go there?”
“Yes.”
A raven flew low and landed on a tree in the distance.
“You blinked over one thousand three hundred and ten times during the first hour. That was another way I knew you liked me.”
“What?”
“The average is one thousand two hundred.”
