Property Of Xander King [BXB]

Chapter Twenty-One | The Rope

Chapter Twenty-One | The Rope

                                           'You're drooling.' Jackson said.

Startled, I actually lift my hand to touch my lips to see if I actually was. I was not. I wanted to get mad at Jackson for fucking with me like that but I was more stunned that I actually believe him because at the back of my mind, it wouldn't have been crazy for me to believe that I was drooling. That was a scary thought.

What was even scarier is the sudden realization that I was bluntly checking him out. My eyes had been racking his body like it was a damn meal, I didn't know what to think. I had never looked a man like that, to suddenly be gazing at Xander like I...like I wanted him freaked me out.

To make things worse, I catch Xanders eyes that hold a glimmer of amusement and a knowing look. He fucking saw me. He saw me ogle him, he saw me check him out, he saw me check to if I was drooling over him. My face began to feel hot as embarrassment took over, the desire and the urgent need to smash my head against the counter overrided my senses but I refrained from giving myself the concussion that I really needed right about now. The last thing that I need is Xander thinking that I was even remotely attracted to him.

Not saying that I am.

'We're past the point of denial, Jay.' Jackson quipped.

Whatever, fine. I didn't want him knowing that I found him...attractive. If he knew, that's all the ammunition that he would need. I can't live this down.

"What the hell are you doing down here?" I blurt out, attempting to draw attention away from my eye groping of Xanders bare body.

The smirk never left his face as he let out a breathy laugh, walked to the opposite side of island that was diagonal to where I currently stood and leaned onto it with folded arms as his eyes took in my face.

"I can't get a snack?" He answered my question with a question of his own, one of his eyebrows arched.

At a loss for words, I just stare at him. Me, Jaylin Wilson, is at a loss for words right now. It was really beginning to feel like the world was coming to an end, the catastrophe caused by Xander King with his stupid nice body, great personality, good looking face, and hands...wait, hands?

His hands reached out, before I could register what he was about to do, he did it. His hands cupped the side of my face with the pad of his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It was a soft feeling that made all of the muscles in my body relax as tingles spread all over my body and began to the macarena as they danced on my skin. The eye contact between us never broke, those gentle and calm brown eyes of his entrapped me.

Abracadabra. Just like that, I felt like I was under his spell again. I exhaled breathlessly, the lingering feeling grazing his face. I watched as he shivered, his tongue darting out to lick those lips on his. My mind filled with memories of that one single kiss we shared when I had just got here, my lips begin to tingle subconsciously. I'm in a daze, a daze that I wasn't even trying to fight right now.

"I need to...I'm going to...go." My words are almost inaudible, my words kept drifting off into a silent whisper.

He can make out what I was saying, I know he can. As if to demonstrate that he heard what I said loud and clear, he moves over to where I am without hesitation and at a speed that made me consider if he had some kind of teleportation power that I was unaware of.