Xavier drove past different streets for about twenty minutes now and I still don't know where the two of us are going besides he's taking me out for dinner.
Upon knowing Xavier would be taking me out, I choose to wear a floral dress that reaches my middle thighs paired with two-inch heels that quite match his outfit tonight. I did my hair simply by letting it fall on my back with light makeup on. I didn't really bother.And of course... I was feeling excited tonight, giddy even. I can't help but feel something tugging in my chest knowing Xavier is taking me out. Is this a date, I asked myself. Xavier hasn't said anything for me to label it as a date but in its literal sense, it could fall into the date category. What could it mean otherwise, a man taking me out for dinner just the two of Us?'Yep, it's a date.' I say to myself. 'A date with Xavier.
The car ride continues
Krystal pov:I felt fireworks bursting in my stomach, erupting into different directions making me feel like I want to jump so high. It feels so tingly, so ticklish but in a good way that is. I feel like the world has stopped, my ears ringing.If I could have this moment run for a lifetime, I would do anything to have it constant like this. Just like this. I don't need more, I don't need less. Just this. Just Xavier.Xavier cups my chin and presses smashed his lips delicately unto mines. My eyes immediately closed as his soft delicious lips touched mine. He brings my body closer to his making me grasp tightly his waist.Xavier dances his tongue on my bottom lip then he nips at it with his teeth before biting and pulling and tugging on it. I released a shaky moan as I let him do it. Xavier never fails to use that to push his tongue inside my mouth.Finding my tongue, he battles it with his own be
Author pov:Waking up in Xavier's arm feels like heaven to her. It's a dream come true or a fantasy coming true for Krystal. It has always been something she wanted, something She was curious about – curious about how would it feel like.And here she's waking up in his arms. Real heaven and happiness.It feels so good to feel his warmth all night and see his peaceful as soon as the sun sets and Krystal's eyes open. Her heart warms, she could get used to this feeling forever. A smile carves itself unto her lips as she continues to watch Xavier's sleeping faceHe looks like a child sleeping – his lips' pouting very cutely, nose scrunch, eyes tightly close, his cheeks are puffed adorably. He looks so different – so carefree, so stress-free, and relaxed – than he is when he is awake and in his business for
Author pov: To say that Krystal was nervous would be an understatement, the biggest lie of the century at that. As she sits on a round table beside the glass wall that abling her to see cars and other types of vehicles passing. She's fiddling with her fingers, nipping and pulling at her nails as she waits for Nick, to come. She already ordered a medium-sized bubble tea drink as she was early to come. Early but not too early. She glanced around the space, trying to see if Nick is already inside but failed. She retracted her eyes to her drink and took a sip, getting a little bit impatient. After taking a sip, she heard the door ding and she instantly snap her eyes towards it. And there he is standing in all his might, eyes already searching for her. Krystal takes a big gulp hauling all her energy before waving her
Krystal jumped at his growl and shiver immediately at the coldness of his voice. He looks so mad that it made her scared. It's shocking as well, how mad he is when she does tell him she's meeting someone. Why was he mad then? She hasn't seen him like this before, not even when she was in Paris. This look is more than that at it makes her bones crack. She gulped and blink as she pressed her back closer to the closed door. She looks at him with eyes wide, breathing raging. Xavier has his jaw clenched, the muscles in his cheeks are tense, his lips are pressed in a tight line and even she doesn't see it, his teeth are grinding together. Oh god, she muttered in her head. She feels her throat drying and as an instinct, she wet them by licking them with her tongue. The action did not go unnoticed by Xavier as his eyes travels down to her lips as she does so. Krystal follows his eyes as it lingers on her lips longer th
Xavier The night is in its deepest slumber, spaces are quiet and lights are dying out. The only thing the night and Xavier has it the same is none. He was wide awake, mind deep in thought grumbling and stumbling over thoughts and thoughts. His mind is a mess and he can't sleep. For the past long hours, he just sat on the edge of the bed letting your words eat him. He feels guilty or he's beyond that. His hair is on unto different directions, tousled everywhere after gripping and tugging on it so many times before. His lips are swollen after biting unto them and his face is flushed from running his palms unto it a couple of times. Looking at the clock, it's past one in the morning. Xavier glance at Krystal's sleeping form and he sees her tuck comfortably on the sheets, eyes tightly close, hair sprawled wide on the pillow and she's breathing evenly. Xavier motions his hand to her face and removes strands of hair that fall on
Xavier hooks his arm around her thigh and his other hand snake and grasps her waist before he pulls her onto his lap while all kissing her. As he does this, he feels her take in air through his lips.Xavier runs the bases of his palms on both of her exposed thighs, feeling the soft layer of her skin against his fingertips. Soft, smooth, and milky they are on his touch as always, he never gets enough.9As he kisses Krystal, he feels her body scoot closer to his as if she's seeking his warmness, as if she's dying to have his hands all over her body, as if she needs him in every aspect there is. It's driving him mad, it makes him want her more, wanting her more that he sees himself not letting go of her at any time given.As he kisses her with his hand roaming up her thigh and hands sliding inside the shirt feeling her stomach up to her back, he feels a tug on his hair – her hands fisting a good amount of his locks
Krystal shuffles in the warm comfort of the sheet as she wakes up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she meets Xavier's gaze – he stared at her intensely that it have her succumb and melt right on the spot. She can tell that he's been staring at her for some time now since he's so deep into it, he doesn't even blink she tries to channel a question of why he's staring at her.She noticed her position in his arms then. Her head lay against his stretched arms, face nuzzling unto his naked chest, arms snaking on his hard torso. The sheets only cover and hang low on his front, highlighting his toned v-lines. The sheets are also draped on her body but it exposes more of her legs.She flush as the memory of last night comes vividly unto her imagination; of how he kissed her and takes her on top of his piano. She loves every moment of it but more so, she loves how he plays, how beautiful the piece he created, and how he let her play it with him.Regardless of the thoughts and remembrances, she
Xavier swipes the loofah across her back and bubbles cover the skin part but is gone immediately due to the water cascading from the showerhead. Krystal's body shivers at how so intimate and sexual his action is. She means, she just had morning sex but could it be that bad that she's so turned on, again?Krystal then feels him raise his movement onto her shoulder and she watches his action by tilting her head to the side. When the bubbles are brushed off by the water again, Krystal sucks in a breath when Xavier places his warm lips on the skin of her shoulder.He keeps the movement of his hand to scrub the rest of her body while the other hand holds your hip as he trails sloppy and wet kisses on her shoulder up to her neck."Xavier..." She called him, not sure why."Yes, Krystal?" He murmurs on her skin which sends vibrations all over her. The way he calls her name makes her weak to her knees. She won't know why or how but whenever he pronounces it, it makes her melt; there's just som
After a few days of staying with Xavier and Krystal being fully well, she decided to go home and call an operator to have the car fixed. Xavier was hesitant to let her go but it was such a surprise that he didn't push the subject of moving in on her. It's a relief knowing that he understands her now."Do you really have to go?" He murmurs against the skin of her shoulder, his arms wrapping around her waist as he snuggles himself to her.Krystal chuckles and brushes his hair with her fingers. "Hmmm... we'll see each other in the office though."She hears him grumble again. "I know but that's different.""Different?" She pulls away to look at him, curious.Xavier sighs as if he's defeated before boring his eyes to her own. "I want you with me, all the fucking goddamn time. I want to sleep with you in my arms after we have sex, to see you the first thing I wake up, eat with you and all the shit, Krystal."Krystal's lips lift up with his statement. Xavier is terrible at doing this kind of
Krystal lay on the sofa, reading a magazine, with her feet on Xavier's lap. Xavier has one hand fiddling and playing with her toes while the other one is holding a pen, scribbling down something into his black notebook, as she notices.He's quiet and looks so focused on whatever he's doing. Krystal peeks her head from the magazine to take a look at him and he's so glued to it.She sits up, drops the magazine, and moves closer to him, "What are you doing?" She asks.Xavier snaps his head towards her and before she can take a look at what he has written, he closes his notebook. "Nothing."Krystal shot her brow up. "It's nothing. What were you writing?""None." He shakes his head, denying it.She glared at him, studying his face and she see that he was lying to her. He has written something in his notebook and by the looks of it, it's something important. She spread her arms and try to reach for the notebook but Xavier has it first, pulling it away from her reach."Show me," Krystal whin
Xavier has decided to take a few days' leaves, with Krystal of course, claiming that she's not in good shape to attend office and that he wants to take care of her hence staying. Once again, Krystal complains but he's not having her reasons.But despite it all, she can't deny that she's most happy to ditch work and spend time with him. It feels like she's back to being a fifteen-year-old high school student ditching classes to go hang out with her boyfriend. It makes her feel very much giddy. The only difference is just, that she's ditching a bigger responsibility and Xavier is not her boyfriend.In all honesty, she couldn't still let it out of her head; what the two of them, or supposed to be. But for the sake of both her sanity and his, she'll choose to forget it and just live every moment you have with him.She'll take whatever and anything she can get. As long as she'll have him.And as of today, Krystal was rummaging around his things, as Xavier is taking a shower. From drawer to
TRIPLE UPDATE YEAH!!!--------Krystal Xavier asks her to take sit back on the bed and start to feed her even though she told him she's able to eat by herself. He doesn't let her and continues to do it until she finished the bowl."Xavier, I can feed myself," Krystal told him, her voice whining."No, let me feed you." He insists, motioning the spoon towards her mouth. She closes her mouth tightly and gives him a stare. "Oh, come on baby.""Xavier..." Krystal shakes her head and tries to steal the spoon from his hand but his reflexes are fast as he pulls his hand away from her attempt.He places the spoon back into the bowl and grasps both her hands with his own, his eyes bore into hers intensely and say, "Krystal, just let me feed you okay? I want to do this so let me." He looks at me pleadingly, as if it's his only redemption.And so she let him. She heaves a sigh and opens her mouth. As he feeds her, Krystal can always feel her heart beating fast as Xavier does not forget to stare
Krystal The warm comfort of the sheets helped Krystal shiver less. She feels like she's going to be sick with the heaviness of her head and the clogging of her nose and throat. Her ears are ringing, like a faint sound she hears but it keeps on ringing and she can't open her eyes.She grips the sheet tightly, wrapping it around her body as she snuggles closer seeking more warmth. She's feeling so cold, literally."Jesus Krystal, what's happening to you?" She heard the familiar voice asking while touching her forehead. She wants to say something, anything, but she can't for her eyes open for her. She wants to see his face, she wants to touch him to see if he's really beside her if he's touching her if he's really calling her name.As hard as she's trying, her eyes are tightly shut and as much as she wants to hold him in her arms, her body feels so heavy that she can't move a muscle. A painful moan is only she can give as she lay shivering in coldness."Fuck." Krystal hears him again. H
Krystal Are all men like this?She has come to ask this; are all men like Xavier? He's just so cold, he's acting like he doesn't know her and when she's around him he acts like he doesn't want her around. Are other men act like him too? Do they avoid her to the extent of not wanting her around, wanting her out of their lives?No, of course not. Who is she to stereotype? She doesn't know anything about other men and sure as hell she doesn't compare them to each other. She's just curious, just curious about how would they face and deal with a situation like this, or more likely you want to see the different way they could've handled it.Maybe they wouldn't shove her away, they wouldn't ignore her existence, maybe they would've understood her and let her decide and accept her decision, or maybe they would've confirmed their feelings to her to prove that they really want her in their lives.That's what Krystal wanted.What she wanted but not her reality, never be one.This has gone for a
"W-what?" Is Krystal's immediate response with her eyes all wide and mouth hanging open? is she hearing Xavier right? Is his sense alright, no, is he in his right senses?D-did...did he just ask her to move in here with him? Is he being serious? Is he kidding?Krystal tries to blink her eyes – trying that maybe when she opened them again she'll just realize that it's just a dream, that she was asleep when it all happens but on the brink where she opened her eyes, it's not. It's not because when she opened her eyes, Xavier was still there in front of her, in all nakedness and glory, and still has the hopeful smile.He asked her."Move in with me.""Just live here. move-in with me."It keeps echoing in her mind, over and over again and she still can't believe he just asked her that. Moving in. Is he being serious? Does he mean it? Her stomach is churning with butterflies and worry.Of course, she couldn't help to feel special that he asked her to move in with him, and of course, she woul
Xavier swipes the loofah across her back and bubbles cover the skin part but is gone immediately due to the water cascading from the showerhead. Krystal's body shivers at how so intimate and sexual his action is. She means, she just had morning sex but could it be that bad that she's so turned on, again?Krystal then feels him raise his movement onto her shoulder and she watches his action by tilting her head to the side. When the bubbles are brushed off by the water again, Krystal sucks in a breath when Xavier places his warm lips on the skin of her shoulder.He keeps the movement of his hand to scrub the rest of her body while the other hand holds your hip as he trails sloppy and wet kisses on her shoulder up to her neck."Xavier..." She called him, not sure why."Yes, Krystal?" He murmurs on her skin which sends vibrations all over her. The way he calls her name makes her weak to her knees. She won't know why or how but whenever he pronounces it, it makes her melt; there's just som
Krystal shuffles in the warm comfort of the sheet as she wakes up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she meets Xavier's gaze – he stared at her intensely that it have her succumb and melt right on the spot. She can tell that he's been staring at her for some time now since he's so deep into it, he doesn't even blink she tries to channel a question of why he's staring at her.She noticed her position in his arms then. Her head lay against his stretched arms, face nuzzling unto his naked chest, arms snaking on his hard torso. The sheets only cover and hang low on his front, highlighting his toned v-lines. The sheets are also draped on her body but it exposes more of her legs.She flush as the memory of last night comes vividly unto her imagination; of how he kissed her and takes her on top of his piano. She loves every moment of it but more so, she loves how he plays, how beautiful the piece he created, and how he let her play it with him.Regardless of the thoughts and remembrances, she