Boyfriend Material (London Calling, #1)

by Alexis Hall

It should have come as no surprise to me that Oliver owned actual pyjamas. In dark-blue tartan. Also that he made his bed like an actual grown-up, instead of throwing a duvet vaguely in the direction of a duvet cover, somewhere near a mattress. “What are you staring at?” he asked. “I’d assumed people stopped buying nightwear in 1957. You look like Rupert Bear.” “I don’t remember Rupert Bear wearing anything remotely resembling this.” “No, but he would have, if it had been available.” “That seems specious.” I struck what I assumed to be a lawyerly pose. “M’lud. The honourable counsel for the prosecution is being specious.” “I think”—Oliver seemed to be giving this far more consideration than it deserved—“unless you had established expertise in the field, your speculation as to what Rupert Bear would have worn, had he been given the opportunity, would not be admissible in court.” “M’lud. The honourable gentleman is being mean to me.” He pursed his lips peevishly. “You’re the one who said I looked like Rupert Bear.” “That’s not mean. Rupert Bear is cute.” “Given he’s also a cartoon bear, I’m still not certain I can take it as a compliment. And I happen to have a spare pair of pyjamas if you’d like to borrow them.” “What. No. I’m not a child in a Disney movie.” “So will you be sleeping fully clothed or completely naked?” “I…did not think this through.” I flailed mentally for a moment. “Look, do you have a spare top or something?” He rummaged around in a drawer and threw me a p...