“You’re so sexy, Xavier.” He runs his hand up my stomach and I let out a breathy groan. I can’t tell you how many men in my life have called me sexy, but it feels so damn different hearing it from Ben. The words are a need he’s been trained to wish away. A quiet desire he’s been afraid of. A fire inside of him that will never be extinguished because it’s who he fucking is, and I want to kill anyone who tries to take that from him.