Xavier’s gaze smoldered like a lit match at nighttime, scorching each inch of pores and skin and any semblance of distance between us.

Beads of sweat dripped between my breasts. It was an inferno out right here, however he was so shut, and my head was so mild, that if I simply…

My lips parted.

His eyes darkened, and—

“Luca!” A girlish squeal from the neighboring villa tore between us. “That’s my favourite bag!”

There was an indecipherable reply, adopted by a riot of laughter after which…silence. However it was too late.

The interruption snapped me out of no matter trance Xavier’s drinks/unholy magic/suspiciously wonderful cologne put me underneath.

I jerked away from him, the lack of physique heat as sobering because the bowl of ice water I’d thrown on him mere days in the past.

What was Idoing?

He was my shopper, and I’d nearly…he’d nearly…

Xavier stared at me, his expression unreadable. If it weren’t for the heavy rise and fall of his chest, I might’ve thought him unmoved by what simply occurred—or didn’t occur.

My coronary heart crashed in opposition to my ribcage, however I lifted my chin, broke eye contact, and compelled myself to stroll calmly into the villa with out one other phrase.

He didn’t cease me, and as I closed my bed room door behind me and slumped to the ground, I hated how a tiny a part of me wished he had.

CHAPTER9

Xavier

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, triple fuck.

It wasn’t probably the most mature response, but it surely was the one one which precisely summed up my state of affairs.

It’d been thirty-six hours since my film evening with Sloane. Thirty-six hours since our dance classes.

Thirty-six hours since I’d found how completely her curves match beneath my palms and the way far more intoxicating her scent was in comparison with even the best whiskey.

It was data I may’ve accomplished with out as a result of now that I’d skilled it, I couldn’t think about not reliving it.

Sadly, the possibilities of that had been slim, contemplating how badly I’d fucked up.

If my pals hadn’t interrupted us, I might’ve kissed her Sunday evening, and I used to be sure,optimistic, that she would’ve let me. In any other case, she wouldn’t be avoiding me like I used to be the satan out to deprave her.

I glanced down the seaside to the place Sloane sat by herself, studying that rattling communications guide of hers.

With my pals’ assist, I’d satisfied her to affix our boat tour for the day, however she’d saved to herself the complete time.

Snorkeling within the crystal clear waters? No.

Making the most of the connoisseur tapas and open bar? No. Saying a single phrase to me after we boarded the yacht?

Completely not.

“The place are you going?” Evelyn requested once I stood. Regardless of what Luca mentioned about not hooking up together with her once more, the 2 of them had been throughout one another all day.

I made a obscure excuse and left my pals to their units.

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