Xavier's breath was extremely warm. He lowered his head and tilted it a little, seemingly trying to kiss Gabriella. But he stopped at the last second and stared at her intently instead.
Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and their chests rose and fell with each breath. The air was thick with intimate and shameful tension, and it even brought back memories of old.
That month was a whirlwind. Xavier's stamina was endless, and Gabriella begged him to finish it every single time. Both of them simultaneously thought about how reckless they had been those days, their expressions complicated.
After a long time, he murmured, "Is it too late to start loving you now?"
Gabriella chuckled. "Now? Xavier, what do you take love for? Do you think it comes and goes at your beck and call?"
Xavier lifted her delicate chin, his tone carrying a hint of love. "You've never been this difficult and rude."
Gabriella smacked his hand away. "Well, you better get used to it."
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