An hour later, I feel myself waking up. New found energy taking over. I turn over, and find Xavier still there. He hasn't moved since he started laying with me. Intent on making sure I'm ok. I reach over and move a piece of hair that is blocking his face. I lean in closer and kiss him. He backs away slightly to analyze me. Making sure I'm truly ok. I smile at his adorable reaction, and take the initiative to move closer to him once more. This time, rolling him over, as I lay across him, kissing him.
Realizing I'm not made of glass, Xavier begins to answer my kisses. I reach lower, and grab the material of his shirt. Slowly moving it up, exposing his perfect muscles. Transfixed, I stare at him, as his muscles constrict and tighten as he begins to tense up. I move my hand slowly up his tone
