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Chapter 41- is she doing this on purpose?

Author: lavy
last update publish date: 2026-03-10 00:53:19

​Xavier’s POV

​She wouldn’t let go.

​Every time I tried to ease her onto the silk sheets, her fingers tightened in the fabric of my dress shirt, pulling me back into her orbit with a desperate, mindless strength. She was a chaotic whirlwind of tequila-scented breath and soft, muffled sobs, her face buried so deep into the crook of my neck that I could feel every jagged, hot exhale against my pulse.

​"Don't go," she hit me with a slurred whisper, her voice cracking in a way that made my che
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