We stepped out of the bathroom, and I felt all giddy like a girl whose crush finally noticed her. My skin still tingled from where his hands had been, where his lips had claimed, and where his body had worshiped mine.

Xander didn’t say a word, but his fingers laced with mine tightly, like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. And I... I didn’t want him to. Not yet. Not when he was being like this.

We walked to the closet, the plush carpet muffling our steps. I reached out with my free hand, trying to pick out one of his oversized shirts. But he tugged my...