Fuck. He was so muscular and ripped. He towered over her; her head barely reached his shoulder. His body was tensed, and both of his hands braised on the kitchen sink. His head was bent, his silk hair cascaded over his forehead. Annette reached out to pick one of the cotton balls from the kitchen sink; she was determined to help him. His wounds were dripping blood; it was a gruesome sight.But before her fingers could come in contact with the cotton balls, Xavier's hands shut out like a cobra, grabbing her hands, and stopping her. His sudden movement made her lose her balance. She was stunned by it.She placed her hands on the countertop by the sink to steady herself."I thought I asked you to leave, Annette?" "Please, Xavier, let me help. I want to help you patch up your wounds, please." she said, literally begging him with her eyes., trying to convince him. Xavier gave her a hard stare, studying her face. Perhaps it was to check if she was sincere or something, but she didn't car
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