HER HEAT

Whenever his lips came in contact with hers, Halle knew right there and then that there was no way she could resist him.

His hand moved up to her face and he buried his fingers in her hair, tugging and then pulling her closer until there wasn’t any more space between their lips.

Then he pulled back, leaving her standing there, confused, burning, and wanting.

Xavier looked down at her with a serious expression, his brows furrowed deeply and his arms crossed over his chest.

“You should change back to your clothes,” He said. Why was he suddenly so cold and detached? He sounded strained like he was on the verge of anger…or something else.

“Change,” He swallowed thickly and then turned away, making his way to the desk that was close to his window.

Halle didn’t argue, not yet at least. She went back into the closet and changed out of the beautiful dress he had gifted her, placing it back in the box with care and a faint smile on her lips.

When she walked out, he was leaning over his