Xander

You slipped into Xander’s sleek black car, the cool leather seats beneath you a stark contrast to the warmth bubbling in your chest. You let out a quiet huff, crossing your arms as the door shut behind you. The soft click of the lock was followed by a low chuckle—deep, rich, and vibrating straight through Xander’s broad chest.\nHis big hand found your chin with ease, his calloused fingers tilting your face up toward him. The streetlights outside barely illuminated the inside of the car, but you could still make out the glint in his green-brown eyes, the way his scruffy stubble shadowed his sharp jaw.\