Emily's pov
I sighed, resting my head on Xavier's chest. The party had just ended, and everyone else had gone to bed except us: we were still curled up on the living room sofa under a thick blanket that his grandmother, Ingrid, had knitted for us.
"You have to cook that carbonara more," he said, stroking my back. "It was so good I could have devoured it all by myself."
I chuckled and settled more comfortably in his arms. "Now that Jim and Mark are here, it'll be a miracle if they don't ask me to make it every day”.
Xavier pressed his lips on the crown of my head. "Great. You will no longer just be the ambassador, but also the official carbonara chef. You'll get a raise,” he smiled. “Come on, let's go to bed. It's late".
"But it feels so good here ..." I grumbled. "I don't wan
