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I lay there in the warm afterglow, my body still buzzing with the memories of everything we'd just shared. The sheets were a jumbled mess around us, damp with sweat and carrying that unmistakable scent of sex and satisfaction that felt like the coziest blanket.
Xavier's chest rose and fell beneath my cheek in a steady rhythm, strong and reassuring, each heartbeat a quiet promise that this was real.
My fingers traced lazy patterns across his skin moving over the firm curves of his chest, dipping into the subtle lines of his abs, because if I stopped moving, I might wake up from this dream. My eyes were a bit misty, those happy tears that sneak up when the joy feels too big for your heart.
I shifted slightly, nuzzling closer into the crook of his neck, inhaling his crisp, commanding scent that always made my omega instincts purr with satisfaction.
