Novel & Cerita Xavi Drawing Singer

I turn to leave when I see a drawing of. Me? I walk over to where it is also mounted on the cream wall. It is a drawing of me from that night at the club. It's so precise, the contours of my face, the shade, everything. The word "Red" and Xavier's signature are at the bottom. He actually drew this? A smile plays on my lips as my right hand reaches out to touch the drawing. "Never knew that breaking and entering was one of your specialties." Startled, I turn around to see annoyed Xavier glowering in the doorway. ========================================== Thanks for reading!

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.

On the fourth night, I took my sketchpad out and started to draw again. Not for anyone. Not for a client. Just… for me. My fingers found movement again. Shapes and lines and emotion flowed freely. I didn’t even realize Xander was watching from the hallway until he stepped in and kissed the top of my head. “You light up when you draw,” he whispered. “Whatever you choose… just make sure it’s a choice made from love, not fear.” --- The next morning, I replied to the email. Subject: Re: Let’s Talk Let’s meet.

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.”

She took a step backward from him aware that they won't be doing any more talking in such proximity. "I love this. Not only because you're talented and did an excellent job but because it is you, Xavier and I get to see how you look at me, which is priceless. Besides, I'll love anything you give me and this is __" she whispered as she held his hand. "Perfect." "But honestly you need to tell me." She hurriedly muttered after a few seconds. "Do you draw me while I sleep because that'll make you a __" He scratched the back of his hair and she chuckled at the thought that Xavier Salvador could ever be nervous and embarrassed. Now that was the front row seat of Xavier Salvador that nobody gets to

I giggled, wondering what Xavier would think about Rei channelling her inner Disney princess and singing about how she couldn’t hold it back anymore and needed to let it go, let it go. It was a good sign, though. Rei only sang in the shower when she was happy and deep in thought. I hoped that the night went well for my friend, and that Xavier waited until tomorrow to talk to her. The man was only going to c.ock block himself if he did. The conversation could wait until tomorrow. They needed to take this opportunity to enjoy each other in every possible way.