Xavier's POV:

I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me and why I had this strong urge to punch my best friend for hugging Claire.

Even though I know he has no bad intentions for her, still I can't help but feel this way and when I saw that angel-like smile spread across her lips when she saw him, a part of me wanted her to smile at me like that, and that fucking annoyed me. Am I jealous?

Getting on the plane I already knew she was scared with how her breathing fastened and how she began fiddling with her dress trying to distract herself. It's all small things that I wouldn't even notice if it was another girl but with her, it's awfully hard to miss when she's been clouding all my goddamn thoughts.

When I sat on the seat I was expecting her to pick a seat that was far from me, away from me but instead I was surprised when she came and sat right next to me.

I was happy for god knows what fucking reason but I was, maybe it was the fact I could look at her closely for hours straight, or maybe because I could feel at peace when her alluring scent clouded my mind.

It was clearly her first time being on a plane and that stupid part of me wanted to comfort her, I tried to hold back as much as I could but gave in hearing her sharp intake of breathing, her mumbling to herself that she probably don't even notice is pretty audible.

So I held her hand, her soft tiny little hands fit right into my big rough ones, and I swear to fucking god I felt electricity, just like the time I kissed her.

When I began rubbing circles on her hand she visibly relaxed and I felt content.

When I was sure she was not as scared I got up and went into the private room. I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't just sit there and not kiss her. I haven't been able to fucking stop thinking about the kiss we shared and I need to end whatever's going on in me. Get your fucking act together and stop acting like a horny teenager.

Buzzing the intercom I ordered the flight attendant to get Claire food, she haven't had anything to eat yet.

Laying on the bed I closed my eyes trying not to think of the girl that's seated barely a few feet away from me.

As the days go by the hope of her not being one of them only grows. What the fuck am I doing? I waited my whole life to get a hold of them and now that there's even the slightest bit of chance that I can get to them I'm hoping I don't. Just for her?

Letting out a frustrated sigh I sat up and pulled up my laptop and buried myself in work.

A while later I find that Claire sent the food away. Does she get sick on a plane?

Fighting the urge to go out myself and make her eat I forced myself to get my focus back on work. I don't care if she does or doesn't eat.

After a couple of hours when I couldn't stop thinking about it and gave in, I walked out of the room just to find her sitting comfortably on the seat with her legs crossed over, the seat slightly tilted back as she was busy reading the book I knew she would like.

When I realized I was staring at her like a creep I snapped out of it and walked over to her.

"You sent the food away?" I inquired.

"I wasn't hungry" she mumbled in her soft voice without stuttering, I was surprised.

And then she lowered her gaze biting onto her lower lip. Why must she do such things that make me wanna fucking kiss the heck out of her!

Letting out a deep sigh I walked away before I would do something I know I'd regret later.

Taking a seat I was about to buzz the intercom when the plane shook. What the fuck was that?

Immediately after I saw a terrified face of Claire as she rushed towards me. Fuck

Just as she reached the plane shook again causing her to fall onto my lap, I immediately held her fragile body into my arms as I could feel her body shaking.

"W-What's happening?" Her trembling voice came.

"Don't panic, it's just turbulence" I reassured her but I wasn't sure myself, buzzing the intercom the flight attendant came rushing.

"What the fuck is happening?" I seethed at her.

As she told me the problem with the engine I could feel Claire's body begin to shake. One look at her and I knew she was gonna have another panic attack.

I held her face gently in my palms and made her look at me.

"Breath Claire, you're okay, we're landing" I spoke softly and she didn't move or said anything for a couple of seconds but only stared into my eyes.

A couple of seconds later she nodded and rested her face on my chest and soon her breathing got normal. I kept running my fingers through her thick silky hair and after just a few minutes I realized she had fallen asleep on my lap.

Looking down at her peaceful face I couldn't deny the warmth that spread through my chest as if breaking the ice around my heart. Fuck.

Soon we landed but I didn't wake her up, for some reason, I was enjoying her soft sound of breathing, her nuzzled up in my chest. And I didn't want it to end so soon.

After 20 minutes she stirred in her sleep a bit letting out the cutest fucking sound I have ever heard. And for some fucking reason it turned me on and I could feel my dick twitching in my pants. Well, fuck me.

I had to wake her up now. And as I did her face went red when she realized she had fallen asleep on me. How can someone be so fucking innocent yet sexy at the same time?

As we got off the plane I had to make sure she was in front of me to hide the boner she just unknowingly gave me a few minutes ago.

Getting in the car her sweet smell suffocated me and all I wanted to do was to pull her over and fuck her mindlessly, right here in this goddamn car.

"Where are we going" she whispered but I didn't answer. If I take one look at her right now there's no guarantee that I won't kiss her pouty lips. So I texted Derek instead informing him of the current situation we were in.

I glanced at her for a second and she was lost in her thoughts as she looked out the window, clueless about the things she does to me.

"We're gonna stay at a hotel and leave for Italy tomorrow" I informed her and she let out a soft hum and went back to gazing out the window.

After half an hour we reached the hotel and Pietro pulled our luggage out.

Getting into the hotel I could feel Claire slowly creeping to my side. Another thing I noticed about her, she doesn't like crowded open places.

Walking in I lead her toward the waiting area.

"Wait here" I instructed her and walked over to the reception.

"I need to book a room for the night" I spoke and the receptionist looked in my direction.

"We have 2 rooms available sir, one with 2 separate beds and one with a king-sized single bed, which one would you prefer" she spoke professionally.

"One bed" I muttered without giving it much thought.

"Very well, here's your key sir, enjoy your stay" she said and handed me the key card. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

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Claire's POV:

I sat here on the sofa waiting for Xavier while he went to book rooms for us.

Soon he walked over to me with another guy trailing behind him.

"Let's go" he said and I stood up and was about to drag my bag when he stopped me.

"Leave it, he will take care of it" he said pointing towards the guy as he walked over to us with a big trolley to fit our bags in.

So I silently followed Xavier into the elevator. As the elevator began moving I wondered if my and Xavier's room are gonna be next to each other.

As we reached the 8th floor the bell dinged indicating that we'd reached our floor. Walking out Xavier lead me towards door no.69 and swiped the key card unlocking the door.

He held the door open for me and I let out a soft thank you before stepping in. The room screamed luxury.

Soon the guy with our luggage came and set both mine and Xavier's bags in the room and left. I frowned looking at Xavier's bag. Why is it here?

"You go freshen up, then we'll go have dinner" He spoke grabbing my attention. Wait what?

"W-What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"What I mean is-" he began as he slid his suit jacket off loosening his tie "-we're sharing this room, it was the only room available on such short notice. So go get freshened up" he finished without taking his eyes off me. I stood there completely dumbfounded. Share the room means sharing the bed?!

"B-But-" I stuttered but got cut off when he took a slow yet big step towards me and I realized there wasn't much distance left between us and it only made me more nervous.

"Why? Are you scared principessa?" He whispered huskily with a smirk prominent on his lips as his eyes lingered on my lips before traveling back to my eyes, almost making my heart stop.

Trying to fight the blush that was creeping up my face I built the courage and slowly shook my head negatively trying to seem bold and held his eye contact which only resulted in his smirk growing wider.

"Brave, I like it" he whispered in a low tone as he slightly bent forward looking me straight in the eyes, goosebumps rose all over my body.

Neither of us said anything nor we moved, he stood barely a feet away from me and I tried my best to keep eye contact but I couldn't and backed down rushing into the bathroom, and I swear I heard a low chuckle escape his mouth. I am definitely hallucinating.

Taking deep breaths I calmed my heart. What is wrong with me?

Stripping out of my clothes I walked under the shower and let the hot water relax my tensed muscles. For some reason, an imagination of Xavier's hands on my body ran through my mind making me immediately open my eyes. Seriously what is wrong with me?

Quickly getting done with the shower before any more weird thoughts enter my mind I wrapped a clean white towel around my body and it barely reached my upper thigh. These are pretty tiny for a body towel.

Just as I wrapped it around I realized I did not bring any of my clean clothes to change into, they were all in my suitcase. Out in the room with Xavier.

Slowly cracking the door open I peeked inside the room and to my luck, it was empty, with no sign of Xavier anywhere.

I quickly tip-toed to my suitcase and opened it, rummaging through the clothes. Why did Ella pack only the short shorts, mini skirts, and tank tops?

The only pj's I could find were the set of black silk shorts and spaghetti strap tank top. Letting out a deep sign I rushed back into the bathroom before Xavier showed up.

Changing into the pj's I looked myself over in the mirror. The shorts displayed my thighs completely. Even though they were really comfortable, I was just nervous to wear this when Xavier was around.

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Xavier's POV:

Holding the cigarette in between my lips I sucked in the intoxicating smoke before blowing it out, all I had on my mind was her.

Her cute attempt to come off brave and strong, and I liked it. But she still couldn't hide the rose shade of blush that coats her cheeks every time I'm close to her.

I left the room so she could get comfortable.

Throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it I walked back into the hotel. For some reason I was looking forward to spending the night with her, seeing her get all flushed up over little things was starting to become one of my favorite things. And the fact that I was the reason behind it just made it even more interesting.

Swiping the card I walked into the room but it was empty, I looked around and her suitcase was opened, clothes scattered all around it. Maybe she's changing.

Unbuttoning my top 2 buttons I rolled up my sleeves before taking a seat on the couch.

Soon after the bathroom door opened catching my attention as she walked out in her tiny shorts that complimented her thighs beautifully and her long blonde wet hair reaching down her perfect round butt.

I made a mistake when I looked at her angelic face because then I felt my dick harden like a fucking rock. Fuck.

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