A month later.
I groaned, slamming the alarm off, and rolled over to feel Xavier’s side of the bed was empty. I opened one eye and looked around the room. Then Xavier, wearing a pair of boxer briefs, sauntered back into the bedroom from the fog coming from the bathroom.
“Get up, sleepyhead.”
“Why! This is supposed to be a vacation,” I whined, falling back under the covers.
“As soon as you get up, we can have one.” Xavier climbed on the bed and tickled me under the cover.
“Stop!” I screamed, trying to crawl away from him.
“Not until you get up.”
“Fine, I’m up.”
“Great, per doctor’s orders, I want you to relax.” Xavier jumped out of bed and extended a hand for me to take.
“What’s the plan for today?”
“You shower, have breakfast, and then we head to the beach.”
“It’s gorgeous here.
