Lifting a man as large as Xander onto the bed was challenging, especially after hauling him from the hall cause he was so drunk. Catherine just walked away, leaving her brother sprawled on the fur rug in the guest room.
Upon her return the following morning to see how he was doing, she found him still lying there. His eyes were shut tight, yet his lips were softly murmuring something. "Maid... come back to me. My pretty little thing..."
His tousled blond hair fell on his face. The impact of the alcohol seemed to endure. Catherine delivered a firm slap to his left cheek "Who the hell are you talking about?"
Xander seized her wrist in a quick, fluid gesture. Catherine inhaled sharply, taken aback.
"I got you" At that moment, he gently pressed his lips to Catherine's hand
Her eyes were
