Chapter 55

The winter sun filtered through the blinds when I woke. I was naked in the middle of the bed with a pair of quilts covering me. My legs felt sore in the best way.

Warm air enveloped me when I finally stretched out of the blankets. There was a small pile of clothes on the corner of the bed, but I only needed the shirt. It must have fit Xavier's long torso, but it was large enough on me to fall at my upper thigh. It was probably old too, judging by the softness of the cotton. Much better than last night's clothes, still crumpled on the floor.

Out in the main room, the smell of coffee and the sizzle of eggs instantly roused my appetite. Just a few steps into the room and he was in my sights. Xavier stood tall and lean with his huge frame, flipping a few slices of bread-turned-toast. He was already dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

I felt myself brighten when I saw him. "Good morning, Xavier."

Xavier turned, smirked a shy half-smile at seeing his shirt draped on my curves. "Good morning, be