"I'll get ready for bed," Jonathan told him, before vanishing into the bathroom. About ten minutes later, he returned. Freshly washed, teeth brushed, hair a little damp, and only a towel wrapped around his waist.

For Xinjia's sake, he kept the towel on as he got into the bed next to him, lifting the covers enough to slide under as well. And then, for both their sakes, he wrapped his arms around Xinjia and pulled him against himself, so he could hold him. Xinjia seemed like someone who'd want to cuddle. "Sleep well, puppy."