Even though I wish it could be, it wasn't a romantic fall. Xavier had grabbed me from the stomach and I was silently staring the floor, meaning my bum was in Xavier's face.
I awkwardly untangled myself from his hold and walked back to the house, probably red from embarrassment.
I dried my hair and applied moisturiser to my entire body before changing into a cropped t-shirt and baggy pants. I was about to leave when Xavier walked into the room.
"Get ready we're going out for dinner." He said, pulling a suit out from his closet.
"Why can't we just eat here?" I ask.
"You're going to be living with me when we get back, we can eat at home as much as we want then," he said mindlessly.
"Okay well where are we going?"
"There's a Spanish restaurant by the sea." He says and leaves the room.
