Page 35 of Made For You

“Please, be my guest.” He points at the door.

“I’m going to do one of those videos,” I say, walking into the room, and he just looks at me. “You know the one where you go through the drawers and stuff of the guy you are hooking up with.”

He claps his hands. “Hooking up with?” He tilts his head to the side toward the bed.

I throw my head back and laugh. “Good one,” I say, walking into the bathroom. “Oh my God, you have two sinks and a huge shower.” I look at the massive glass shower and the two glass sinks.

“You going to open the drawers?” Xavier asks from the doorway. He leans against the doorjamb, folding his legs at the ankles and his arms over his chest. He looks so fucking sexy right there, with his hair perfectly pushed back and the scruff on his face.

I turn and lean against the counter and look at him. “Is there something in them I shouldn’t see?”

He just smirks, and I can’t help but go to him. I stand in front of him, and with him leaning, he isn’t that much taller than me. “You know, you are really, really hot when you smirk at me like that.” Stepping even closer to him, I get on my tippy-toes and lean in to kiss him.

My lips are about to touch his when he says, “You know that you are really, really hot.” He mumbles, “Like all the time.” I laugh, now about to kiss him. “It’s really annoying.”

I can’t help but throw my head back. “Especially when I didn’t want to like you.”

I’m about to say something when Beatrice comes down the steps and then walks between us. “Oh, look at that,” I joke with him. “Saved by the bell.” I tilt my head to the side. “Did you miss your dad?” I ask her, and she looks up at Xavier. “Or did you want something to eat?”

“When doesn’t she want something to eat?” Xavier says to her. We both look down at her and then look back up at each other. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly, “for coming with me today.”

“Thank you”—I wrap my hands around his neck—“for bringing me to my happy place. Now, let’s go eat.”

He nods at me, and he stops next to another set of stairs as we walk back. “There are two bedrooms down there with bunk beds.”

I shake my head. “This is a monster of a boat. Makes my three-bedroom two-bathroom look like it’s a pool house.”

We walk back into the kitchen; he goes to the fridge, taking stuff out. He grabs two bags of deli meat, placing them on the counter with lettuce. “Turkey or ham?” he asks, and I shrug, not really caring.

“I’m good with either.” I lean against the counter. “What can I do to help?”

He shakes his head as he walks to the drawer, taking out a knife to cut the bread. “Nothing.” I can’t help myself and instead go to the fridge and grab a couple of types of fruit to make a fruit bowl. I work side by side with him as he goes about making our lunch. He chuckles and looks over at me.

“What?” I ask as I cut strawberries.

“I just.” He shakes his head as he washes the lettuce and then grabs the paper towel to dry it. Placing a piece on each sandwich, he looks over at me. “Like, you are Cooper Parker.”

I laugh, looking down at the fruit on the cutting board. “That I am.”

“My mind is so blown right now,” he says, and I look over at him. “Like out of anything you could have said.” He shakes his head, looking back down at the sandwiches before walking past me. His hands grip my hips when he walks past me to the fridge, grabbing the cheese. “Nothing could have prepared me for that.”

“I figured you told me your biggest secret.” I put down the knife to look over at him. “You trusted me enough for that, so”—I shrug—“I trusted you with mine.” I lean my hip on the counter as I cross my legs at the ankle. “You are the first person I’ve ever told who doesn’t work for me.”

He smiles shyly, turning to look at me. “I promise to guard it with my life.” He holds up his fingers as if he’s giving me a Scout’s honor.

“I mean, if you’re promising.” I uncross my legs and take a step toward him, getting even closer to him. “I think we should seal it.”

“Really?” He doesn’t take a step to me to close the distance. Instead, he grabs my hips and pulls me to him. “Will sealing it with a kiss help?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I think we should at least try,” is the last thing I say before his hands slide from my hips to my back, moving to the back of my neck. His mouth closes in on mine, and there in the middle of his galley, he gives me the second-best kiss of my life.

CHAPTER22

XAVIER

“I mean, if you’re promising.”She uncrosses her legs and stands, taking two steps closer to me. “I think we should seal it.”

“Really?” I smirk at her. All I need is to take two steps, and we’ll be chest to chest again. But instead, I reach out, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me. “Will sealing it with a kiss help?” I’ve been dying to kiss her again since I last kissed her five minutes ago. When Beatrice interrupted us, I almost groaned and called her a cockblocker. I could have spent the day outside on the sun pad kissing her, and it would have been one of the best days of my life.

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