Chapter 10 Don't Love Me Xander

Xander Vittorio POV

When the room becomes unbearably cold, Anya begins to shiver.

I push her away from my chest, and taking off my shirt, I struggle in the darkness to make sure it’s the right way around before I tug the fabric over her head.

“It’s not much, but it will help,” I say as I adjust the fabric around her torso and hips.

“Thank you.” Her voice sounds hollow and fragile.

I pull her back against my chest and soak up the heat from her body. “You okay sleeping like this? It will help us generate some heat.”

“Yeah.”

It’s the middle of fucking winter, and if we don’t use our bodies to keep each other warm, there’s a possibility one or both of us will get sick. The old radiators I saw in the hallway and the heat from the building pipes might keep away the worst of the winter, but it’s still going to be cold as fuck in this room.

Minutes pass before I ask, “How are you feeling? Physically.”

“Sore,” she admits. “It didn’t hurt as much when I lost my virginity.”

Christ.

Guilt rears i