Xavier's POV
The moment Hailey and I stepped out of the restroom, a shit-eating grin plastered across my face that I didn't even bother hiding... I couldn't help it.
For the first time in what felt like forever, my head wasn't buried beneath reports, dead witnesses, missing leads, and the nightmare called Lucifer... It was a nice change.
A small group of people stood outside the restroom, shifting impatiently and shooting us dirty looks. Fuck them... Let them be upset.
The quickie had been good... raw, urgent, and exactly what I needed but it was nowhere near enough
I looked at them, they looked at me and said nothing, just as I expected... I ignored them and kept walking, not my problem.
Honestly, it wasn't even about the sex I just had... For the first time in weeks, I felt free, refreshed, lighter and unbothered by the mountain of Lucifer bullshit piling up back at the station or Captain Graves breathing down my neck for constant updates.
