I woke up the next morning to a text from Xavier asking if we could bump the rest of our tour to the afternoon because his work crisis was taking a bit longer. I sighed. I rarely remembered my dreams, but last night they were all full of Xavier. It was unexplainable, but I was enjoying him and excited to explore more this afternoon.
There was a sharp knock on my hotel room door at noon, and I opened it to find Xavier looking like he walked out a men's fashion magazine. It should be a crime to look that good all the time.
"Sorry about pushing our date a few hours."
"It was no problem. I was able to get caught up on some research stuff I've been working on," I replied. To be honest, I spent most of the morning alternatively fantasizing or trying to get a grip on my emotions about Xavier.
