Xzavier POV
Tessa had fallen asleep as soon as we left the lot, her head lolling against the seat as she slept. I couldn't help but admire her for standing up to Sydney, even if she wouldn't remember it in the morning. She slept unaware of the problem she had created in my jeans. Her ability to fire me up in one sentence was terrifyingly exciting.
At the packhouse, I carried Tessa inside. Ms. P appeared for a moment, gauging the situation before disappearing toward the kitchen. Whatever she was after was more than likely exactly what Tessa needed.
I set Tessa on the bed, propping her up against some pillows as I settled on the edge. Ms. P appeared again carrying water, Tylenol, and juice, all of which she set on the nightstand before turning to me. She looked between Tessa and I befor
