“That explains so much.” Xavier launched me and stepped again.
A cool wave of aid coasted by means of my chest, adopted by an alarming pinch of…disappointment? No, that couldn’t be proper.
I waited for him to proceed the lesson, however he merely studied me with that deep, darkish gaze.
Tousled black hair fell carelessly over one eye, shielding his ideas because the silence stretched into uncomfortable territory. There was a pensiveness to him that I not often noticed, and it molded his options right into a devastating portrait Michelangelo himself would’ve been happy with.
The dramatic slant of his cheekbones, the thick darkish brows, the sculpted mouth that appeared infinitely extra inviting when it wasn’t carrying a provocative smile…his face dared me to look away, and I couldn’t.
Electrical consciousness dripped into the air and snuffed out the oxygen.
Xavier and I had been alone many instances earlier than, however this was the primary time I acknowledged the hazard in him. Beneath the layers of indolent self-possession, there was a person who might set my world aflame if he needed.
God, what’s mistaken with me?I’d gone years with out reacting to his presence in any discernible approach (until irritation counted), however ever since we arrived in Spain, my shields had slipped. Perhaps it was the temporary glimpses right into a realer, extra weak aspect of Xavier—the aspect that wasn’t all about ingesting and sleeping—or possibly our spa day had rewired my mind.
No matter it was, I didn’t prefer it.
Self-preservation punctured my consciousness proper as he spoke once more. “Let’s get a drink.”
He turned and walked towards the bar cart nestled within the nook.
The remaining static fizzled into nothing as I attempted to maintain up with the whiplash. “What in regards to the classes?”
“We’ll resume after the break.” Xavier grabbed two glasses and began mixing drinks proper there in the midst of the terrace.
My eyebrows skyrocketed. I’d by no means seen him make cocktails earlier than, however he moved with the fluid grace of a seasoned bartender.
“A lot for not getting wasted,” I groused when he handed me an admittedly delicious-looking pale orange drink.
“It’s one drink. You gained’t get wasted until you’ve got the tolerance of a five-year-old.” Xavier’s mouth tilted on the nook. “Salud.”
I stored my eyes on his as I took a small sip. Fuck, that was good. “Did you make this up on the spot?”
I didn’t acknowledge the style, and yesterday’s occasion had cleared out half the bar, leaving solely a handful of substances for him to work with.
“You make do with what you’ve got.” A roll of his shoulders, adopted by a teasing smile. “I’m naming it the Sloane. Bitter at first however with a candy aftertaste. Identical to somebody I do know.”
“You don’t know the way I style.”
His smile took on a decidedly extra depraved slant. “Not but.”
My physique reacted, immediately and viscerally, like he’d flipped theonswitch in a long-untouched room.
My breasts tightened as warmth flickered between my thighs, turning my physique heat and languid. Much less-than-innocent photographs flashed by means of my thoughts earlier than I wrestled them right into a field and slammed the lid shut.
No. Completely not.
I couldn’t be having this response to Xavier, of all individuals. This was what I obtained for ending my sex-only situationship with Mark. If I’d slept with him earlier than I left, I wouldn’t be so wound up.
“How’s delusion treating you?” I requested, striving for indifference whilst I strangled my glass.
“Fairly nicely.” Xavier’s eyes gleamed like he might attain inside me and select each filthy, inappropriate thought. He leaned towards the wall, seemingly unaware of the havoc he’d simply wreaked. “Since we’re nonetheless on break, let’s strive one thing else. Reality or dare. You select.”
“Reality or dare? What are we, twelve?”
“It’s a timeless sport.” He arched one forehead. “Except you’re scared.”
Fuck it. Enjoying the silly sport was higher than humiliating myself dancing once more. “Reality.”
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