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I tug at his hair, silently begging for more

He kisses his way down ue over each of my nipples

My moans increase and my breaths become chaotic

“Xander,” I pant his na into the back of my head “Oh, God”

His hands slide beneath the water tome to him as he comes

He then wraps his arainst him

We both struggle to regain our breaths, and we seem content to stay there forever

Except the water is getting cold

I start to shiver and Xander reluctantly lets rab a towel and dry off and he lets the water out before cli the same

I change into the pajamas I had set out and Xander pulls on a pair of sleep pants and heads into the room

I brushoff the light and joining him

When I juht up on the TV I love the fact that we can get Netflix on the hotel TV Feeding my addiction, even thousands of miles away from home

Scandal begins to play, and I settle beneath the covers so we can watch

I burrow against Xander, still cold, and his body provides much-needed warmth

I start to drift off to sleep and I feel his lips brush against my forehead