All Chapters of Rising From the Ashes: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryker left shortly after, leaving me and Xavier alone in his room. Xavier climbed on the bed, and pulled me close to him, as we both look out and gaze at the stars above. I begin to think of the events gone by, when suddenly I find a question on my lips that I had been meaning to ask. "How did you learn how to fight like that?" I ask.I look over at Xavier, to see a pained expression on his face. I can tell he's reluctant to tell me."You don't have to tell me. I was just curious." I say, quickly trying to change the conversation."No. It's fine. It's just something that I don't like to talk about." Xavier exclaims."I understand, you don't have to tell me." I respond."No, but I want to." Xavier says, looking over at me."Are you sure? Cause..." I begin to say, however Xavier places a finger over my mouth, preventing me from continuing."As I told you before,

...Xavier POV...I woke up during the middle of the night as I hear Lexi call out to me. I look over to my bed side table in attempt to see what time it is. "3:19am? What the hell? What is she doing up at this time of night?" I say to myself."Major." I hear her call out to me.'What in the world? What's going on? Why is she calling for me, when she knows that I'm in bed.' I think to myself.I get up from bed, and follow her voice as I continue to hear her call out to me. Her voice seems distant. As though she's in the far end of the house. I grab my phone as I begin to search for her. I call the first person on my mind."Damian!" I yell into the phone."Sir?" I can hear Damian's tired voice on the other end of the phone. I can tell I must've just woken him up."I need you to check the camera feeds right now. I need you to tell me where Lexi is."

I wake up early the next morning, only to find that Xavier isn't there. I call out to him, hoping that he'll respond."Major?" No response. I try calling for him once again."Major?" Once again no response. I sigh, figuring that he must be at work, or in his office, or just busy. I attempt to sit up, as I look around the room. I can feel my side begin to throb, and I gasp out in pain."Little Bear? What are you doing? You need to rest!" I hear Xavier's frantic voice as he approaches the bed.He reaches over, and makes me comfortable. He sets me in a makeshift sitting position, using a bunch of pillows. Careful not to disturb my stitches, nor my ribs."Sorry. I was looking for you. I didn't know where you went." I say once my side begins to calm down.Xavier sits on the bed beside me."I'm sorry Little Bear. I didn't think you would be awake already. I went and made you

I wake up slightly groggy from the past events. I rub my eyes, removing any evidence of sleep. I look around me, only to see that I don't recognize where I am. I'm laying on a bed, of what appears to be in an airplane? But that's not possible. None of this makes any sense.My mind begins to run rapid. Instantly I wonder how I got here. The first thing that plagues my mind is Craig and Gary. 'Did they manage to find me somehow? What if they had another tracker inside of me? What if they've been watching this entire time?' I begin to think to myself. The air becoming thicker, the more my thoughts begin to run.'Where's Xavier? Did they hurt him? What if he's dead? What if they killed him?' The idea of losing Xavier becomes too much. I sit up, grimacing from the pain. But I don't care. I try to lean over, in order to make it easier for my lungs to fill with the much needed oxygen that they're being deprived of. I begin to gasp, no longer able to get enough ai

An hour later, I feel myself waking up. New found energy taking over. I turn over, and find Xavier still there. He hasn't moved since he started laying with me. Intent on making sure I'm ok. I reach over and move a piece of hair that is blocking his face. I lean in closer and kiss him. He backs away slightly to analyze me. Making sure I'm truly ok. I smile at his adorable reaction, and take the initiative to move closer to him once more. This time, rolling him over, as I lay across him, kissing him.Realizing I'm not made of glass, Xavier begins to answer my kisses. I reach lower, and grab the material of his shirt. Slowly moving it up, exposing his perfect muscles. Transfixed, I stare at him, as his muscles constrict and tighten as he begins to tense up. I move my hand slowly up his toned torso. My fingers delicately moving over every muscle. Burning it to memory. I pull his shirt off, a coy smile forming on his face. Straddling him, I remove my shirt. His hands instinctivel