65|Good Days

~Zia~

Spent, sweaty yet damn satisfied, Xavier and I remained tangled with one another. We indeed made up for the lost time.

I’m nestled above Xavier; my stomach pressed on his torso, chin resting on the back of my hands splayed flat on his chest.

I shifted to free one hand and traced the contour of his torso, counting the dust of hairs on his chest as if we had all the time in the world.

Xavier gazed down at me; his slender fingers resumed brushing my hair.

“It looks good on you,” he mumbled, making my brows arched.

“What? Spent and satisfied?”

He shook his head. “The look of a well-loved woman.”