The lights were low, the wine glasses half empty, and the sound of their laughter echoed softly through the living room. Sasha curled up next to Xavier on the massive black leather couch, wearing one of his button-down shirts that barely covered her thighs. Her hair was slightly damp from their shared shower, her cheeks flushed, not from embarrassment, but from peace.
It had been two days since that s*x at the office. They haven't heard from Ed blackwood. two days of slow healing, of learning each other's darkness and still choosing to stay. Sasha had stopped flinching when he raised his voice, and Xavier had learned to soften it. In this quiet space they had carved for themselves, something fragile yet fierce had bloomed. they were at his penthouse.
"You know," Xavier said, swirling th
