Alexandria's POV
And so, the next thing I knew, we were in the women's washroom. I hadn't even stopped to think whether it was the men's or women's bathroom, and honestly? At this point, I didn't care.
The door slammed shut behind us, and I could feel the vibrations of it in my bones. I leaned against the door, gasping for air, trying to gather my bearings, but Xavier's hands were already back on me, his lips finding mine once more in a kiss that was even more demanding than the last.
The kiss was like wildfire, burning through every inch of my body. I could feel his hands moving to my waist, to the curve of my hips. My legs were still wrapped around his waist as I was pressed against the door. It didn't matter that we were in a bathroom—none of it mattered.
I couldn't breathe. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I could feel his pulse in the way his hands gripped me, in the way his lips devoured mine.
