The whole night, Frankie lay in his arms, feeling elated even as the alcohol wore off. As she lay with her eyes closed, Frankie reveled in the feeling of having this god of a man holding her close. Her heart and eyes fluttered as she allowed herself to nod back off to sleep, not wanting to disturb the moment by moving. Not long after, the bed felt cold. Turning over, with her eyes still closed, her hand patted around the bed. It made her wonder, had she dreamed it? Barely opening her eyes, she traced the room. It was definitely not her room. A smile crept across her face, she couldn't control it, she felt giddy just spending the night with him that way.
It was close and intimate and had nothing to do with s*x - which meant one thing: Xavier had feelings for her. She allowed herself a mom
