Summer rolled her eyes at him. “Do British bathrooms work differently from American ones? I think I’ll be fine. Might need an extra towel, though, for my hair.”
[ ❧ ─ “Yeah, there’s two hanging on the towel rack over there.” This time, he motioned towards it with his head before going towards the closet and picking out some clothes he thought may fit her then tossing those onto the bed.
Summer didn’t spend long in the shower; just long enough to get warm all through and rinse her hair. She pulled the towel tight about her body, one hand pinning the other towel to the top of her head, and came out without thinking where Xavier might be.