We were back at my apartment above the bakery. The entire walk here, he never released his hold on my hand; the action alone warmed my heart. With everything that happened, I felt stronger. I wasn’t scared anymore. That girl died the day we freed ourselves from Bolton.
Now, I only wanted to be with Xander.
“You really ruined my suit,” Xander said with a chuckle.
“I like you better without it anyway,” I said with a grin.
Xander’s expression was priceless; he didn’t expect me to say something like that. With a seductive smile. “That can be arranged.” He ripped the remainder of his suit, until he stood bare before me.
I closed the distance between us and cupped his face, claiming his lips. He groaned, lifted me up, pinning my legs around his waist pressing his bare chest against me.
