The morning light filtered dimly through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the hotel room. The air was still thick with the scent of sweat, s*x, and Sasha.
Xavier's lashes fluttered, his body slowly stirring. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was...or why he felt this calm. But then, his eyes shot open.
The bed was warm, but empty.
He turned his head swiftly to the side...no sign of her.
"Sasha..." he murmured, sitting up, sheets falling to his waist. His chest was bare, marked with faint scratches and red trails. He looked around, confused.
The dress was gone. The heels were gone. The little silver anklet she wore-it wasn't there either.
But then, right there beside him... he saw them.
Her panties.
Red. Lacy. Still damp.
He picked them up gently, slowly, l
