Xavier’s POV
Chest heaving, I swipe the key card, step inside, and shut the door firmly on the rest of the world, cutting off the muted hum of the hotel hallway and locking the rest of the world out.
I drop the card on the stand by the door, seeing Sloane reading the book I had brought. It was nothing interesting really, but I always pack it in my bag if I am ever traveling. Okay, I lie, The Count of Monte Cristo is one of the best I ever read, and even if it’s only a chapter, I lose myself in it each time I read. Sometimes I just pick a random number and head over to that chapter, trapped at that moment of pages.
For a second, neither of us moves. The soft glow of the lamp casts long, golden shadows across the pristine white sheets.
From my bed, Sloane turns to face me, her breath hit
