Chapter 15: [14] Big Xavi Energy
"Xavi..."
A dream. Had to be. No one called him that anymore. Not since—
"Xavi..."
The voice tugged at him, sweet and insistent. But this sleep was deeper and more peaceful than anything he'd known in years. Maybe ever.
"XAVI!"
Xavier's consciousness surfaced reluctantly. His eyelids felt weighted, refusing to open as his mind catalogued unfamiliar sensations: soft sheets against his skin, morning light warming his face, and... pressure across his hips?
He cracked one eye open. Then both shot wide.
Calypso straddled him, her silver hair cascading around them like a curtain catching the morning sunlight. Her bathrobe had slipped off one shoulder completely, barely containing what little it covered. Her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, effectively caging him.
The angle of the sun through the window caught her just right, rimming her silhouette in gold. Dust motes danced in the light around her like tiny stars.
Xavier forgot to breathe.
He'd seen beauty before. He'd made a career of it—both appreciating and exploiting it. But this... this transcended the physical. For one suspended moment, he understood why ancient people built temples.