The Man Behind The Playboy

...Xavien POV...

It is early morning, I can see the sun starting to creep up to the horizon, it is time to get this day off to a start.

I slide all six foot two from underneath the covers and make my way to the shower. There used to be a time that I was not a morning person, but now you cannot get me out of bed early enough.

As I slip out of my black underwear, I can feel there is a chill in the air. I quickly step into the shower and let the warmth consume me and wake every inch of my cold body. I watch as droplets from the shower head spray over my strong shoulders, it glistens off my arms and trickles down my chest. I watch as it travels down over my rippled abs and feel it tickle down my legs. I close my eyes and let it run over my face.

After a few minutes, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. I head out the bathroom and make my way to the kitchen.

I do this every morning without fail. I pop on the kettle while I make my way outside to go collect