The Alphas Thick Mate

THIRTEEN

Ione POV

The rest of the night went painstakingly slow, when I returned to Xandria's room to tell her about what happened between me and Xavier, it was only 6 o'clock.

Me and Xandria decided to order a dominos and have it delivered to the pack house, and I insisted on paying for this as it was my idea and she had bought the snacks.

She had told me that Xavier was staying the night in his room at the pack house and that she would take some pizza to him as well because she didn't trust that I would come back to her.

She was probably right.

Anywho, once the pizza had arrived we started watching Brooklyn 99 because we both hadn't watched it before but was planning to, we decided we would make it our series. 

"I really should have a series with X" I thought, hoping he was listening in and would get the message.

"I will find us one" Even though I was hoping he would reply, I was still shocked as I giggled out load.

"Shhh" Xandria hushed me.

"Can we please watch a film now?" I questioned, obviously I was loving Brooklyn 99 but I wanted to watch a film as I did come round for a movie night.

"Wanna watch After?" Xandria asked.

"Omg Hardin! Yes I wanna watch it!" I fangirled about Hardin real quick while she put on the film.

I was actually really enjoying this but by the time the movie had finished it was about 9 and I had noticed Xandria had been asleep since the lake scene.

"Are you awake?" I asked X in my head but I got no reply.

Deciding that Xandria wouldn't notice if I left, I went over to her mirror and heaved the secret door open, wow this is heavier than it would seem.

Looking back to make sure she was still asleep, I headed into the dark tunnel and closed the door. Instantly, I put my torch on and headed forward on a mission to get the Xaviers room. 

Once I reached his room, I quickly checked that he was asleep by asking him again if he was awake, before opening his secret door and entering his room.

On his bed, his sleeping body laid still, the covers on covering the bottom half of his body, and I took this moment of serenity to fully take him in. During my stay with him over the past month and a bit, I had come to realise that he needs me and relies on me just as much as I do him. During my thinking these past few hours, I had decided that no matter what he or anyone else threw my way, I would stay by his side.

I looked at him closely, the calm exterior painted over his features, his whole face relaxed in peace as he slept. His chest rose and fell steadily, in beat with the light snores that poured from him. I looked happily at his buff arms and torso, and his snail trail that lead down to places I could only imagine. Before I realised what I was doing, I climbed on the bed next to him and ran my hands through his hair, the soft locks gently caressing my hands.

An iron grip arm locked round my waist, tingles igniting my skin in delicious fires, "don't stop" he groaned out in a husky, half asleep voice.

"I won't" I promised, sealing it with a light peck to his lips before continuing to play with his hair, my new favourite thing to do I decided.

I must've been tired because almost instantly, I fell asleep with my hands in his hair.

When I woke up later that night, I was delirious about where I was, all I knew was that it was too hot wherever it was.