One week later

Xavier's POV

I was pulling my jacket off my shoulders when the door to the closet opened. I looked to my left immediately greeted with the sight of Amelia who was leaning against the door frame watching me, her hair in a bun on top of her head.

"I thought you were going out with Les," I pointed out as she walked over to me.

"I was but we changed it to Friday," she replied reaching for the buttons of my shirt undoing them.

"You wanna go get dinner?"

"No, I feel like staying in, I think I'll probably cook,"

"You don't like leaving the house do...