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Xavier comes back with another plate and cup of coffee in his hand that he lays on the nightstand next to me before joining me back on the bed.

There’s no grace to the way I lift a forkful of scrambled eggs into my mouth. They're soft and fluffy, perfectly seasoned.

"Mmmm, eggs," I sigh and he grins at me, nodding, his own mouth full.

"Do you have a magic wand? Where did these come from?" I mumble between bites.

"I do have a magic wand," he winks at me and I roll my eyes. “I meant this, pervert!” He laughs and waves his iPhone at me. "The magic wand of Uber Eats."

"When did you do that? I thought you were asleep!"

"Oh, my sweet, I can work much magic while you think I'm asleep."

"Oh, I remember." I giggle, thinking back to how I was woken up during the night. "Makes me wish you were asleep again right now."

He drops his jaw and clutches at imaginary pearls before leaning over and kissing me gently.

It takes everything I have not to sigh like a lovesick teenager, clasping my hands to my bare chest and swooning.

But it’s exactly how I feel.

Like a lovesick teenager. Because the last time I felt like this, I was a lovesick teenager, and my whole life was ahead of me.

“What’s your day like?” Xavier asks, and I take a sip of the delicious coffee before I answer.

“Pretty free, actually, why?”

"Like you have to ask," he looks at me, and the intensity in his pupils makes me shiver. It amazes me how he can shift from playful to spine-shivering intensity in the blink of an eye.

I thought we could spend the day together. If you don’t have any plans.”

“I don’t but don’t you have to work? I can’t imagine you have a lot of free time.” I’ve heard enough about Ash Industries from Cam to know that their daily operations are no joke.

“I have my magic wand, remember. I can do most things from that today,” he says, moving our empty plates away and pulling me into his arms. “Don’t you want to?” he whispers against my ear.

I simply sigh in response, feeling my body completely relax into his. We stare out the window for a moment, watching the sun move to hide for a moment behind an early morning cloud, watching a section of Manhattan darken in shadows as the cloud passes by.

“You know, you should really let me choose some curtains. Pink ones. Fluffy.” I suggest.

“Nope, no curtains.”

“You’re going to be visited sometime soon by the police for indecent exposure.”

“Totally worth it. I want the whole world to see me ravaging your naked body,” he growls against my neck, and I can feel his body coming alive. Wanting me.

“You’re not jealous?”

“I said “see,” I didn’t say they could touch. That’s just for me.” He runs his tongue along the length of my neck.

The ring of a cellphone is harsh against our eyes, and we both grunt our disapproval at the interruption.

“You should turn that bloody thing off.”

“It’s not mine, doofus. It’s yours.” I point to the flashing screen of his iPhone at the foot of the bed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh!” I say, hitting him over the head with the pillow as he yelps ducking away from my assault as he reaches for the phone.