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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.

did you do to him, exactly?” he whispered,

out to steady myself on the railing,

Xander.

“You used your powers.”

who you think I am,”

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

“You don’t understand-”

to pull my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using your

help me? Wiry did you

private,” he said as a group

we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked beneath the

and began to pour two

doing? I drought we needed to

it to my lips. “This is your last college party though. Let’s live it up, for a minute. It’s still early.” He downed the punch in a single gulp, and I couldn’t fight the smile that spread across my mouth as his

and in a single flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm around my waist,

I’d never forget that night. My jacket had been tossed somewhere along the sidewall long ago now, leaving my skin exposed for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like little bursts of electricity, die sensation mingling with music as he moved with the

close to him, my chest pinned against his abs as he held

This moment was perfect. The music and the alcohol made every thought, every stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to be

only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in the fabric over my hip bone. He chuckled, bending down to whisper into my

wearing underwear,

breathed, closing my eyes as his lips grazed over the top of my

continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about

wasn’t supposed to be like this. We’d ended things. There was only one thing we needed

I had, everything I needed

whispered into my hair, turning me around

glistening with heat in the soft white lights above our head, and my hair was damp with 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 me to everything, and everyone,

“Where’s your jacket?”

me into a deeper embrace, our bodies still moving to

growled hungrily, his hands planted firmly on

myself against him. He hitched his breath, then smiled lazily, wrapping

going back

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apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when I argued that we could go to mine, he shook his head, saying he didn’t

about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with his

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 and

a snow-packed street and Xander

I let him

heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending little sprinkles of water over

looking waitress set two

shifted my weight in the booth, looking around 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 of dated

“You’re thin, Lena.”

menu. His jacket 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

before settling his gaze back on his menu. “Not