Chapter Two
Fraser wished he’d been brave enough to suggest he and Cam share a room at the hotel, but since he hadn’t so much as kissed Cam yet, all he could do was smile and take any available space. Their rooms weren’t even on the same floor of the hotel, f**k it. Fraser showered, and then they met downstairs, deciding to walk around the neighborhood a little before choosing where to eat.
They settled on a genuine pub meal. Apparently Scotland was the home of deep-fried food so they had fresh-caught, deep-fried battered fish, served with french fries, which were called “chips”. There was no sign of a salad anywhere on the menu, but he didn’t really mind. The food was delicious. Unlike the beer which everyone over here insisted on drinking warm. As well as being warm, it was too bitter.
