Mori let his hand slide from the edge of the bath and back underwater. ‘You will, of course, be buying the good cocoa from Harrods, since you forgot the music, and you locked me in all night, and I don’t like Miss Carrow.’ Thaniel hitched. He had meant to squeeze his wrist. ‘Yes. Of course. Then – tomorrow at seven?’ ‘Mm. And not that Brazilian
gayyyy. what a good boyfriend
