Page 15 of The Flirty Vet

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because I'd feel bad leaving it for housekeeping. Besides, you hurled literally all over the floor, so if either one of us needed to use the bathroom at any point during the night without getting chunks of vomit between our toes, it had to be done."

"Col, I am so, so,sosorry. You probably don't know this about me, but I have very few filters and a herculean tolerance for public humiliation, but for this, I amtrulyashamed."

I can tell he is. The poor guy looks positively distraught.

"It's okay," I reassure him. "Happens to the best of us."

He reaches for me, but I'm too far away from him, so I get off the chair and sit on the bed. He takes my hand in his. "Thanks for being so cool about this…and for calling me the best."

I chuckle. "There he is."

Wilby runs his thumb against the inside of my hand, his eyes lifting to meet mine. "Here I am."

My whole body goes weightless as I stare at the half-naked idiot who's barged into my life.

"Let me make it up to you," he says.

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes. I do. I wouldn't want your first impression of my fellow countrymen and women to be based on my antics last night." His lips curve into a smile. "They're not all as great as I am."

I start laughing. "You're one of a kind, Mr. Linfox."

"Thank you. Don't be jealous. Now, tell me, what would you like to do? I'll take you anywhere you want to go. I can take you off the beaten track and show you some hidden gems I uncovered during my uni days. Or we can eat some amazing food. We can go to Taronga Zoo, which is incredible and so worth checking out. Whatever you want to do, it's up to you."

"I don't have a lot of time. I fly out this afternoon, but there is one thing I amdyingto see."

"Name it, and we're doing it."

"I want to go visit Bondi Beach and take some selfies."

Wilby groans, falling back on the bed. "That's literally the worst, most touristy thing you could have picked."

"The heart wants what the heart wants."

"You realise that isn't the real Australia? It's just an image we sell to stupi—err, to highly intelligent people overseas to lure them to visit."

I shrug. "I don't care. You cannot dissuade me. I want to see the beach, and I want to see an Aussie lifesaver in reallife. But, hey, if you want me to think that all Australians are untrustworthy and don't stick to their word then okay?—"

"Fine. I'll take you there."

"Great. I just need to wash off this face mask that isn't your cum and then I'll be ready."

"And I might need to have a quick shower." He sniffs his armpits, then pulls a disgusted face. "And I don't s'pose you could lend me some clothes?"

"Wilby, Wilby, Wilby, what am I going to do with you?"

He shrugs, grinning. "Just marry me already and get it over and done with."

"Why would I do that?" I head toward my luggage. "I plan on enjoying the rest of my life, thank you very much."

"Ooh, burn." I turn around to find Wilby clutching at his chest, that grin on his face only growing bigger.

"I'll find you something to wear. Why don't you have a shower first?"