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Mr. Fairchild finished tidying me up with that same meticulous care he used for everything else, wiping away the remnants of our wild night with gentle, thorough strokes until I almost felt human again.
He tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settled on top of me, chest to chest, his head resting just below my collarbone.
His body was warm and heavy in the most comforting way, like an incredibly plush weighted blanket that also smelled fantastic and had just ruined me for anyone else.
I lazily wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tracing random patterns on his back, still in awe that this was happening. Xavier Fairchild...my dear stoic, intimidating boss was actually cuddling.
Like, real cuddling.
The world is full of surprises.
