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I pushed her back and she landed on the bed with a slight bounce. She swallowed hard and her right hand shot up to her stomach.
My eyes watched her every movement as if she was my prey. I knew for a fact that she was now eq...
I woke up to find myself in a place I was all too familiar with. Xavier's condo. I absolutely love his room. My muscles ached from head to toe. I sat up in the bed which caused the comforter to slide down just enough for me to see that my clothes were crumpled and grimy. I got out of the bed, leaving behind the warmth it provided me. I made my way towards the washroom and the first thing I saw as soon as I stepped in was my reflection in the mirror. I cringed at my appearance. My cheeks were adorned with dried tears, my hair messy and eyes puffy from all the crying. Tears started forming in my eyes as the images flashed through my mind, I felt so weak. I heard the sound of my heart breaking over and over again. I shut my eyes tightly and my body started trembling. Pathetic. I furiously began to wipe the tears that flowed like water only to clear space for more. Sobs escaped my mouth and for the second time today, I had no control over myself. I was suddenly lifted off the floor and was placed on the counter, a gasp escaping my lips in the process. Xander stood there with a concerned expression on his face and hands on my waist. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying in front of him again and looked down embarrassed. He lifted my head up but I kept my eyes on his broad, muscular and tattooed chest and frowned. He never had that tattoo before.
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I gulped and traced his tattoo. His breath hitched and abs flexed and I looked up to meet his eyes. I almost gasped at the softness yet intensity they held. He broke the eye contact after a while and moved forward trapping me in between his legs as he pulled something out of the cupboard. I started fiddling with my fingers I never wanted him to see me like this. Never. I am not weak. My train of thought broke as I felt something wet dabbing my face. He was wiping my face with wet tissues, he then brushed my hair and dried my face with a towel. He picked me up and placed me on the ground, turning me around to face the mirror. I looked somewhat presentable now. He opened the faucet and took my hands in his tugging them forward until I felt the water running smoothly on our hands. He squeezed out some hand wash and rubbed it on my hands. I felt like a baby. He cradled me in his arms so gently as if one wrong move and I'd break. We both said nothing and he took me to the kitchen. He settled me on a stool, my arms still around his neck. He looked at me questioningly. I leaned forward and pecked his left cheek, his eyes widening a fraction. I was silently thanking him. I untangled myself from him and he pulled back. He then placed a tray in front me which consisted of pancakes dripping in maple syrup with a side of whipped cream, a bowl of fruits and a glass of orange juice. He picked me up and settled on the stool, placing me on his lap. This silence was so comfortable because our gestures spoke louder than any words could. I didn't know how hungry I was until he started feeding me. I ate half of it when I realized I didn't ask him if he had eaten anything or not. I took the fork from his hand avoiding his confused look. I cut a piece of pancake and brought it near his mouth. He looked at me with awe for a second until he blinked and it was gone. I felt disappointed all of a sudden. He grabbed my hand and ate the pancake. I smiled and that's how we finished the rest of the meal.
