Not in a billion years could he have predicted that question from the kid who kept calling him a pervert who tricked him into being gay. Jonathan had to laugh and somewhat successfully turned it into a cough. He wrapped both arms around Xinjia, lifting one hand so he could run it through the hair he had washed so carefully. "Depends on what time you wake up."

He smiled, kissing his temple. "I can't be late to work, not even for sex with you."