DELILAH
The scent caught my nose as he stepped inside the mansion, and I felt my mouth water.
"You returned," I said, eyeing the source of that delicious smell. He carried a large tray that emanated puffs of steam, the sight of which had my stomach churning with hunger.
"Of course," Xavier said, walking over to the table and setting the tray down. "I promised you lunch."
"It does smell good," I muttered, more to myself, but of course he heard me.
"Tastes even better." Xavier grinned at me, stepping closer. "How are you feeling now? I see you finally showered." He took a wet strand of my hair between his index and middle finger.
I pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me."
"Right, sorry." He nodded. "So I hope you're hungry? Did you like the rest of the place? Your bedroom?"
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