The Curator
for a slow, deep kiss that tasted like a promise. "Fine. If that’s what it takes to keep you within reach, I’ll take it. But don't expect me to spend much time here. If I’m not at the office, I’ll be at your front door."The next morning, we walked down to the massive dining room for breakfast. Xavier was already there, reading the paper and sipping black coffee. He looked up, his sharp eyes taking in our rumpled appearance and the clear, vibrant energy between us."I assume by the lack of luggage by the door that plans have changed?" Xavier asked, a ghost of a smile touching his lips."Charles is staying," David said, his voice firm and filled with a new kind of authority. "He’s keeping his a
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