Chapter 45 : Only for Me to See

*Lena*

Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.

Xander didn't speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his j acket.

I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.

I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.

He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.

“What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.

“A dress," I sneered, yanking my arm free.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn't had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine again.

“What do you want, Xander?"

“I need to apologize-"

“Need, or want? Those are two different things—"

He closed the distance between us with a single step, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His breath was warm on my neck, bringing a fresh wave of fire across my skin.

“I'm sony I wasn't there for you when Slate assaulted you in that alley."

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He was wearing cologne, something woodsy and warm. I lost myself in it for a moment before I broke away from him once more.

“I need to find Heather and Vivien," I said flatly, void of emotion.

“They left," he replied, and my shoulders fell.

“What?"

“Heather left with a man, someone I don't know. And Viv told me she'd seen you come out here. I promised her I'd walk you back to your apartment when you were ready to leave."

I sighed, gritting my teeth as I looked up into his eyes. “I don't need your- help getting home. It's not far."

"If Slate-"

“Slate's gone," I said, a little too loudly. I flushed as a group of partygoers standing on the edge of the dock looked in our direction.

Xander took a step closer to me, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean he's gone? I saw him yesterday."

“You did?" I felt my knees start to weaken as I thought back to tire night in the alley, about the blinding light, and waking up alone and covered in an inch of fresh snow.

do to him, exactly?" he whispered, his hand

out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand

don't know, Xander. I

“You used your powers."

think I am," I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat. “My name

reaching up to brush a lock of hair from my face and tuck it behind my

“You don't understand-"

from the railing, wrapping

blood root help me? Wiry did you go back

private," he said as a group passed

took my hand, but inside of leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked beneath the twinkling

bar and began to

doing? I drought we needed

it to my lips. “This is

a similar expression, and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his

ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander

my chest pinned against his abs as he

was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I

was only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my

not wearing underwear,

as his lips grazed over the top

get faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body.

We'd ended things. There was only one thing we needed

couldn't help myself, though. All of the questions I had, everything I needed

get out of here," he whispered into my hair, turning me around to

sweat around my temples. I didn't know my mouth was slightly ajar until he kissed me, his tongue sliding over my lips and then against my tongue. A fever shot through me, blinding

“Where's your jacket?"

he pulled me into a deeper embrace, our bodies still moving

new one," he growled hungrily, his hands planted firmly on my

wearing, and I subconsciously ground myself against him. He hitched his breath, then smiled lazily, wrapping one

going back

corrld say was,

***

apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and

we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked,

It was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails down his naked back

a snow-packed street and Xander stopped, pulling into

as I let him lead me into a booth near the window overlooking

heavy. He ruffled his hair,

bored looking waitress set two menus on the

at the patrons of the dinner. It was quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the griddle and the soft hum

“You're thin, Lena."

was covering my exposed shoulders and fell over- the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt guilt as I noticed his amis prickle with gooseflesh. He was wearing only a tee shirt and jeans. He had to be freezing. “Take

he replied firmly, glancing at me through his lashes before settling his gaze back on his menu.

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