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Tangled in Desire

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—" But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

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Chapter 38: Swallowing Her Pride

After their shared moment of silence, Zara headed to her room to freshen up, still feeling an odd mix of curiosity and confusion about Xavier. She took her time with her morning routine, hoping that by the time she was done, the kitchen would be filled with the aroma of something freshly cooked by him. But as she finally finished and made her way back to the kitchen, she was met with… nothing.

The kitchen was spotless, Xavier was still hunched over his laptop on the couch, and the smell of breakfast was nowhere to be found. Zara frowned, her stomach giving a low, traitorous growl. She hadn't realized just how much she'd been looking forward to eating whatever he cooked—she was even willing to admit, if only to herself, that his skills were pretty impressive.

Her eyes darted back to Xavier, who seemed completely absorbed in whatever he was working on, giving her no reason to believe he had any plans to cook for her. Zara sighed, leaning against the counter, thinking of how she could approach this without embarrassing herself. After all, she *had* downplayed his cooking skills the night before, insisting that there wasn't much difference between his masterpiece and her burned attempt.

"Okay, Zara," she muttered to herself. "Think… you just need to ask. Or, at least, hint."

But the idea of actually admitting she wanted his cooking again was somehow both annoying and… humiliating. Pride was a tough thing to swallow, but hunger was even tougher to ignore.

Taking a deep breath, she strolled over to him, casually leaning on the back of the couch, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"So, what's on the breakfast menu today?" she asked, with a bit too much forced cheer.

Xavier barely looked up, his eyes still on his laptop screen. "Didn't know I was on kitchen duty," he replied flatly.

She laughed, trying to play it off. "Oh, come on. After all that gourmet showing off last night? I'd think you'd be dying to top it."

He raised an eyebrow, finally glancing at her with a smirk that told her he saw right through her. "Funny, I thought you said there wasn't much difference between our cooking skills."

She winced inwardly, but kept up the act. "I mean… yeah, I said that. But, you know, I was just… keeping you humble."

"Mmhmm," he murmured, the hint of a smile on his face. "Keeping me humble."

She shifted, feeling her cheeks flush. "Fine," she finally admitted. "Maybe I was a bit… unfair."

"'A bit,'" he repeated, amused.

"Alright, *very* unfair," she said, throwing her hands up. "Happy?"

Xavier's smirk turned into a grin. "So, you're saying you want me to cook breakfast?"

Zara sighed, knowing she'd walked right into that one. "Yes, okay? I'm starving. And… you're actually a good cook. There, I said it."

"Apology accepted," he said smoothly, setting his laptop aside. "I suppose I can whip something up."

Zara tried to keep her satisfaction hidden, but she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face as she watched him walk into the kitchen. Maybe admitting she liked his cooking wasn't the end of the world after all.

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