C h a p t e r F i f t e e n
T H E moment they entered Xander's room, Xander undressed his shirt and he saw Taylor glanced at him. He grinned and walked near Taylor and lifted Taylor's shirt.
Taylor got a pale and smooth complexion like a doll and those kiss marks that Xander left were still visible. He caressed it carefully like he was touching a very precious glass. He felt like Taylor really belonged to him.
"I haven't taken a bath." Taylor said.
"You smell like you just had one though." Xander leaned and smelled Taylor's hair but Taylor pushed him.
"Hey! I told you, I smell."
"I swear, you don't." He said trying to convince Taylor and pulled him before he could react and slammed their lips together in a rough and hungry kiss.
Taylor was pushed by Xander backwards without break
