He reached for the hotel’s luxurious bath products, items befitting the presidential suite she upied. The body wash had a creamy vani scent that clung softly to her skin. It was subtle, warm, and deeply alluring. He took his time,thering it gently onto a towel before gliding it across her skin, careful not to wake her. The delicate hum she gave in response only encouraged his care.


    When he moved on to wash her hair, his fingers massaged her scalp in small, tender circles. Hera let out a quiet, contented purr in her sleep, and Xavier couldn’t help but smile. In this peaceful moment, his desire gave way to something deeper, something tender, grounding, and almost sacred.


    As he washed Hera, Xavier couldn’t resist cing a few tender kisses on her soft neck and cheeks. When he finished, he wrapped her carefully in arge towel, gently drying her off before helping her into fresh underwear and a nightgown. Once she was dressed, he sat her down and blow-dried her hair, shielding her eyes and ears from the warm air with his hands, being as gentle as possible.


    Only after making sure she was fully cared for did he return to the bathroom to take his own shower. But even then, his arousal hadn’t subsided. The lingering heat in his body refused to cool, his erection stubborn and unrelenting. It felt like he was burning from the inside out, as though caught in a fever he couldn’t shake.


    No matter how long he stood under the cold water, his mind remained fixated on Hera, on the need to be one with her, to im her in a way that bordered on possessive desperation. He didn’t understand it. It wasn’t just desire; it was deeper, primal. And it scared him a little.


    He’d already made love to her once, and she was exhausted from the day’s events and everything that wasing tomorrow. Pushing her any further would be selfish. Still, he couldn’t ignore the strange intensity building inside him. It wasn’t just lust. It felt like something was shifting within him, something he didn’t fully understand. His jealousy was ring, irrational, and wild, so unlike him.


    It was as if he were acting like a mix of Dave, Rafael, and Luke all at once, driven, territorial, and unnervingly obsessed.


    Recognizing how out of control he was bing, Xavier gave himself a sharp p on the cheeks, as if trying to jolt himself back to his senses. Once the heat inside him started to settle, little by little, he stepped out of the shower, towel-dried his hair, and slipped into a pair of gray sweatpants.


    He quietly slid under the covers beside Hera, who was already fast asleep. The moment he felt her warmth next to him and inhaled her familiar scent, a deep sense of peace washed over him. It was grounding, calming. He buried his nose into the crook of her neck, listening to her soft, steady breathing until it lulled him into sleep.


    The entire presidential suite fell into a deep, quiet stillness. Yet elsewhere in the room, the others were still asleep with music ying through their headphones, not bothering to take them off until morning.


    When Hera woke up at dawn, she felt refreshed, though still a little groggy. She stretched her arms above her head and let out a soft sigh. Her body felt great, fully rested. Then she noticed Xavier wrapped around her like a clingy ko, his arms snug around her waist, his face buried in the crook of her neck and tangled in her hair.


    He looked so peaceful in sleep, his skin smooth and pale like porcin,pletely unblemished, his longshes fluttering slightly like delicate butterfly wings. Hera recalled what had happened the night before, but unlike the first time, she didn’t feel embarrassed anymore.


    She nced down at herself, noticing she was dressed in a clean nightgown, and her body didn’t feel sticky at all. That could only mean one thing: Xavier had bathed her after she passed out. Oddly, that didn’t fluster her either. They had done this before. In fact, she felt so cared for, so thoroughly pampered, she was starting to get used to it. And with that thought came a pinch of guilt, were they doing more for her than she ever had for them?


    Hera turned gently onto her side, eyes settling on Xavier’s sleeping face. Just then, he stirred, slowly opening his eyes. Still heavy with sleep, he looked effortlessly captivating,zy, handsome, and almost unreal.


    Yet Hera didn’t look away. She didn’t feel shy about being caught watching him. Instead, it felt incredibly intimate, like the quiet understanding between two people who shared something deeper than words. In that moment, there was no maniption, no calction, only raw, unfiltered affection.


    "Good morning..." Hera said softly, her voice tinged with sweetness as she watched Xavier, who smiled in his half-sleep and pulled her closer. This time, he buried his face against her chest, hugging her like a sleepy cat curling up for warmth.


    "Good morning, Strawberry..." Xavier murmured, his voice deep and husky, barely above a whisper.


    Though clearly still drowsy, his hands were anything but. They wandered beneath Hera’s nightgown, fingertips gliding along the bare skin of her back, making her shiver. With his eyes still closed, he nuzzled her chest and mumbled, "Baby, you’re so soft and squishy... like a plush toy I wanna stuff you full until you are filled to the brim."


    Hera’s face instantly flushed with the double meaning of his words, turning crimson. She gently knocked on his head with her knuckles, pretending to be exasperated.


    "You perv! It’s barely morning, and you’re already like this?"


    "Well, it’s because I’m still starving," Xavier teased, his voice husky as he gently nipped at the soft swell of her breast, like he was biting into a freshly steamed bun. "My Strawberry fell asleep on mest night, left me all alone... I didn’t get my fill." He lifted his gaze to meet hers, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hmm, this soft bun feels warm and tasty. May I have a bite?"He blinked up at her with that same pitiful expression he always used to get his way.


    "Argh! Xavier, where on earth do you learn these tricks?" Hera huffed, tugging at his cheeks in mock frustration.


    But he wasn’t done.


    Using the tip of his nose, he brushed against her hardening nipple beneath the sheer nightgown, sending a jolt straight to her core. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. He grinned, then took the hardened nub between his teeth and tugged gently, wetting the thin fabric with his mouth as he toyed with her.