Sleep had never felt so blissful and entertaining, because all through the night, Asher kept dreaming about the words Xavier had uttered to him. They were sweeter than any rest he had ever had before. A smile stayed on his face even in his sleep, thinking maybe—just maybe—he had really bagged something good and shouldn't be so worried sick anymore.
But still… he wasn't privileged enough to fully relax.
No, he wasn't going to do that.
Xavier laid opposite him, then slowly pulled Asher closer into his arms, holding his body against his chest as he inhaled that sweet citrus scent that always seemed to sink deeper into his senses.
"I sleep better like this, hun… so let's just stay quiet, please," he pleaded softly.
Xavier Devereaux had actually fucking pleaded.
That alone left Asher smiling like a fool. Of course, he let it happen. It wasn't like he had been refusing in the first place. He had only wanted to clarify something.
The next morning, Asher was the first to wake up.
