Tessa POV
I had returned to Jessies to find everything still in one piece, even Xzaviers bike was still standing in the front lot. After making a note to do some much needed laundry, I found a clean shirt to change into, the shorts would have to do for the night.
Downstairs I started prep work to try and keep my mind busy but it seemed like a lost cause.
I kept drifting back to the kitchen at the packhouse. Kissing Xzavier was becoming more and more dangerous. His lips and hands had sent my mind into a tizzy. Nothing made sense in that moment other than his hands felt good on my skin, creating goosebumps everywhere he touched. The only thing that had snapped me out of the trance he created was his thumbs tracing under my breasts and the thought of him taking off my shirt for better ac
