Xavi Drawing Singer の小説・ストーリー

He tipped her chin up and look into her eyes, "What, wifey?" "Which fiance are they talking about?" Valentina asked pointing at the black screen of TV like baby, Xavier laughed and pecked her nose before answering, " It's you baby, there is no one after you!!!" Xavier rubbed his nose on her cheeks, making her all red. His most favorite thing to do.

In the simplicity of that gaze, a universe unfolded for Ava—a universe where even a modest acknowledgment held the weight of everything she had yearned for, etching a bittersweet memory that time couldn't erase. As Ava turns the pages of her diary, she halts at a spread adorned with sketches of Xavier's eyes. Each stroke is a testament to the depth of her emotions, etched with heartbreak and unwavering dedication. In the delicate graphite lines, she's poured not just ink but fragments of her soul, a poignant visual symphony of unspoken love and the ache that accompanies it. These sketches stand as a solemn vow, the only artistry she has ever known, a silent anthem of devotion to a soul whose

I grin. Xavier silently reach for my hand from across the set table. He draws circles on the back of it before placing it to his lips. He gives me a light kiss then places it on his smooth cheek. My heart did somersaults at his affection, my skin prick and flush with sheer excitement.

Here she is thinking he is no longer an ass, it turns out he just can't help it. "Wait for pictures," Xavier yells as he holds out his iPhone. "I don't do pictures." Xander dismisses. "Just one," Xavier insists, making the pair move closer for a picture. "Okay, let's go now," Xander says. "Have fun," Cassie yells. "Oh, I will," Cara mutters to herself. ~~~

I am so touched by this gesture that I can feel the tears running down my cheek. Xander leans forward and gently wipes my tears with his fingers before kissing me. “You don’t have to say anything, just sign.”

He plays the cello, piano, and violin. There was a noticeably long pause before the three typing dots appeared. Is that so? Xav responded. It sounds like you two had quite the cozy evening. To be completely honest, I am currently feeling incredibly jealous of your boss right now. I chuckled softly at my screen, teasing him back. Jealous? Of a cello player? Don't worry, you are still my favorite mysterious savior. As I typed out his nickname, a sudden, wild thought flashed through my mind. Xav. Xavier. Billionaire. High end real estate. I stared at the screen, my heart doing a strange little flutter as the dots connected in a way that seemed almost too bizarre to be true.

“Great.” She snorts. “Well, don’t sound too happy it. Christ, Xavi”

The gayest Jordi hidden inside of me was spontaneously thrown in a universe of overwhelming ecstasy. “I got bored and I have been thinking about you lately so I decided to sketch your face during class.” Xavier’s really making me swoon right now and I would do whatever the fuck I can to calm my tits. “Holy mother Theresa! You really sketched this?” I glued my eyes on the drawing and carefully inspected how accurate it was. It’s just drawn using a pencil but it looked exactly like my face. Xavier sketched this and while I knew he’s good at drawing and sketching, I never realized that he’s actually like a pro at it. He got everything right from my nose, my eyes, my eyebrows, my lips and even m

The teacher starts the class and I listen to him quite well while I can see Xavier is jotting down something on his notebook while Asher is quite busy with the lecture. I want to see what Xavier is jotting down on his paper. I remember him jotting the cartoon version of myself in those papers last night. From his drawing I can easily understand that he is quite good on drawing. I mean more than quite a good. His drawings looked like that of professionals. I am sure he is drawing right now as well. But this greedy man is rather hiding it like hell. “So, I want you, Xavier Dawson come over here and play the piano for the class,” the music teacher says and my eyes gets alert when I hear that. I

“I’ll talk to Jace again tomorrow. Maybe he can get me an audition.” “Good,” Xàvier said, satisfaction flashing across his face. “Because if you don’t, I’ll do it for you.” I laughed. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” His teasing tone made me roll my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. There was something magnetic about his confidence, how effortlessly he made everything seem possible. “Alright then, boss,” I said, mock-saluting him. “I’ll see what I can do.” He smiled, lifting his glass toward mine. “That’s my girl.”