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    Ever After Awaits

    Chapter 73: Xavier POV

    Please answer me.

    I know I have no right to ask, because I know I fucked up, monumentally, but I would like the chance to make things right between de

    I want to make things right between us. And I hope she gives me the time of day to at least try

    She’s entirely within her rights to throw me out of Hunter’s room and to tell me she never wants to sed or speak to me again. But I’m honestly aging me won’t. Because I fucking miss her.

    It doesn’t make sense, but it’s true. We haven’t spent much time together, but since Monday night, when I slept beside her after tending to her woude. I feel lost.

    I feel lost because I can’t get her out of my mind. I want to be around her every moment of every day and in my bed every night. Or bat /bthe very least. Esmane to hear her voice daily and see her beautiful smile directed at me.

    For the first time in my miserable life, I feel something for her. It’s fucking terrifying but it’s also exhrating.

    –

    And like the emotionally immature dick I am, I panicked. So, Ished out towards the one person who does not deserve it. And blet’s /bbe honest, I’ll probably do it again somewhere down the line, because it’s difficult for a leopard to change its spots overnight. But I’m willing to try.

    With a soft smile still curving her lips, she looks at me, and the fact that a look of disdain doesn’t harden her eyes immediately gives me the tiniest het d hope that all is not lost. At least, I hope so.

    She answers in a voice that’s still slightly gravelly from sleep: “I did, thank you for asking. I hope you had a good night, too.i” /i

    I can’t tell her that I slept like crap. One, because of how I left things between us earlierst night after the game. And two, because bI /bheard her moans of pleasureing from Hunter’s room. Not because I was listening at the door like a perv, but because I share a bedroom bwall /bbwith /bhim.

    Good Lord, the noises she made when she was on the cusp of finding her release are what my wet dreams were made of the brest /bof the night. That might on the bathroom, when we were having our moment, her reactions and noises were inhibited, and I understand why. But the wanton bnoises /bbshe /bmade for Hunterst night have me craving that reaction from her for myself, no matter how selfish that might sound right now after bmy /bfuck–bup /bof bthe /bprevious

    night.

    So, I answer her the only way I can without alluding to my ‘situation‘ I found myself in most of the night: “It could have been bbetter/bb, /bbut that’s my fault.” My sheepish grin, paired with my self–deprecating words, hopefully clues her in on the fact that I feel stupid about what happened in the parking blot /bbst /bnight.

    With a tender smile, she says, “Hopefully, tonight is better.” Would it be too much to ask of her to let me beg on my knees right here and now, set the can forgive me and I can have her in imy /ibed tonight? Because I know that it’ll be a much better night if that happens. Too soon? Yeah, maybe.

    Slow, Xavier, take it slow. Be constant and dependable and not an asshole.

    “Would you like some coffee?” I ask her without breaking eye contact.

    “Why, Xavier, that would be lovely, thank you for asking,” Cade pipes up in a sugary sweet voice from the floor next to Hunter’s bed.

    Rolling my eyes at him, I bsay/b, “Again, I wasn’t talking to you, I asked La.”

    “That’s not very nice of you, Xavier,” Cade mock poufs at me. Dickhead.

    “You don’t have to go to any trouble, Xavier. I’ll grab a mug when I’m allowed out of this bed,” she replies, ring over her shoulder at Hunter in feigned annoyance with his clinginess.

    “It’s no trouble. Give me a sec,” I tell her as I head out the door and down to the kitchen. Once there, I make her coffee the way she likes it with some vani creamer. And even though I said I wouldn’t, I grab mugs for the guys, too. Theirs is just ck, no extra sugar or creamer. If they want those, they can get them themselves.

    I head upstairs again with a serving tray with five mugs of coffee. La’s sitting up by now, with her back against the headboard, while the other three are draped around the room in some form/

    Chapter 73: Xavier POV

    I go over to her side of the bed and ce the tray next to her legs on the bediting Pointing to her mug. I say “mary with a dosk night?

    Her eyes widen somewhat when she realizes I remembered how she preferred it Thats a brownie point for me

    “That’s right. Thank you, Xavier,” she says with a soft smile. She has the same idea as me, as we both reach over to grab the mind sietely our hands to bump and almost knock it over. But, when the heat of her skin skims over mirte, my eyes immediately snap to hers to we if she w ring that’s currently burning up my arm.

    By her intake of sudden breath as she locks eyes with me, bit’s /bsafe to assume that I’m not the only one affected by the contact Good I can use that way advantage.

    It takes a few seconds for us to break our heated stare, but I still jolt with surprise when Al speaks from beside me, ‘Are these for as? karw, you shor have, bestie.” His exaggerated voice sounds like one of those b‘/bBarbie‘ wannabes with a name like Megan, Kelly, or Rachel, nasally and high–pitched r crack ss in a one–mile radius.

    I thump him on the arm, maybe a little harder than I should, before saying, “Yeah, idiot, they’re byours/b, just don’t get used to it.”

    Rubbing his arm, he smirks, saying, “I would neverb./bb” /b

    For the bnext /bthirty minutes bor /bso, we all talk shit while sipping on our coffees. La doesn’t bspeak much/b, but when sheughs now and then at something stupid one of us says, my heart clenches in my chest.

    This is what I want. All of the time. All of us surrounding our woman bas /bsheughs with uninhibited joy.

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