He dries my skin, wrapping me in the towel.
“You’re so spoiled.” I roll my eyes.
He turns, and half of the things on a shelf by the shower tumble to the ground, mocking me. Xander says nothing, just looks at me, deadpan.
“You paid them to do that.” I pout.
He leans to pick up the scattered tubes and bottlesand drops them into the sink.
“Let me put them back.” I reach, but he grabs my hand and pivots me to him.
“Later.” He kisses me, reaching for my robe on the door at the same time.
Okay, this is a tiny bathroom, and it feels even smaller with Xander here.
He drapes the soft fabric over my shoulders.
“I can put on my robe,” I croak, the steamy room filled with emotions.
“I know.” He kisses my forehead.
I swallow… This man’s natural attention, this gentle thoughtfulness, is unraveling me.
“You’re still recovering. You need to rest.”
His concern is my undoing, but I can’t let him affect me like this, taking me apart. “Keep dreaming, young man; you will fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He laughs. “Your wish is my command. Let’s order everything we need.”
“What we need is to get out of here for a bit.”
I don’t tell him I need an opportunity to assess whether his effect on me finds reason during non-bedroom-related activities.
Also, I imagine there will be many occasions in Xander’s world in my future, so it wouldn’t hurt to take him for a test drive into my mundane world.
“I don’t see why,” he grumbles.
He towel-dries his hair. It’s sticking out in all directions, but with his boyish grin, he still looks like a model.
“To buy you a toothbrush.” I ogle him as he leans against the counter, not bothering to cover any part of himself.
“Am I moving in, Coraline?” He smirks.
I laugh, but then I realize that’s a valid point. “Shit, where are we going to live?”
Picking up my hairbrush, I try to untangle my hair.
“Let me.” He takes the brush and starts gently brushing the ends of my hair.
My poor heart.
“You have to stop taking care of me like this,” I protest while I lean into him.
He lifts his gaze, and our eyes meet in the mirror. “You didn’t seem to complain when I was taking care of you with my tongue between your legs.”
To make his point, he snakes his hand around me and cups me roughly between my thighs. I gasp, despite enjoying the gesture.
It’s the ease he brings into this that is… just perfect. There is no awkwardness, no hesitation, no second-guessing on his part, and it overflows into the energy between us.
