Tessa POV
An image of a naked Xzavier flashed through my mind. His skin tanned, his muscles well defined and sculpted, his member standing proud and large, the details of which were becoming all the more apparent as it remained pressed into my stomach. I had to have space. The thought of Xzaviers naked body was almost impossible to ignore when he was pressed so close to me.
I ducked under his arm, bolting for the closet, slamming its door behind me. With my back against the door, I sank to the floor, wrapping my arms around my chest.
Having been pressed against Xzavier so tight I doubt he had seen much, but I guarentee he had felt everything. How I was suppose to face him after that was beyond me. I grabbed a flannel shirt from the closest hanger, pulling it over my head. It was well
