Absolutely — here’s a scene where you’re on your girls trip and FaceTime Xavier before bed. You’re in your robe, wrapped in post-beach tiredness, and he’s at home missing you way too much.
Scenario: FaceTime Call from Your Girls Trip (Fiancé Xavier Being Soft, Clingy, and Needy)
You’ve just finished your skincare routine — face still dewy, robe slipping off one shoulder, your hair damp from the shower — when your phone lights up with his name.
Xavier Castillo — FaceTime Incoming.
You grin instantly and answer, propping the phone against a candle on the nightstand.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you say, voice already softer. “Miss me?”
The screen blinks, and there he is: shirtless in bed, hair mussed, lamp dim behind him. He exhales like he’s been waiting all day just for this.
“Fuck. Finally.”
You laugh, tucking your knees to your chest. “I texted you like twenty minutes ago.”
“Texting’s not the same,” he murmurs, dragging a hand over his jaw. “I needed to see you. That robe should be illegal, by the way.”
You roll your eyes but blush anyway. “It’s a towel robe. Not exactly lingerie.”
“Yeah, well,” he mutters, eyes low-lidded. “Still wanna rip it off.”
“Jesus, Xavier—”
“I’ve been in this bed alone for two nights,” he says dramatically. “I might not survive five.”
You curl deeper into the bed, smiling at the ceiling. “You’re so dramatic.”
He props the phone against a pillow, lays back. “What’d you do today?”
You start talking — about paddleboarding with Solane, Stella falling into the water, Jules’s obsession with some surfer at the cafe. And as you talk, he just listens. Really listens. His eyes don’t leave your face.
He smirks when you do impressions. Teases you when you say you got sunburnt. Genuinely laughs when you admit you tripped on the boardwalk trying to take a bikini selfie.
You blink. “Why are you smiling like that?”
He shrugs, voice rough. “You’re just…happy. You look happy. It’s hot.”
You groan. “You’re so annoying.”
“Hot,” he corrects, slowly. “Say it back.”
You smile reluctantly. “You’re hot.”
He grins. “There it is.”
"Take me here for our honeymoon." I say.
"Anywhere you want, honey." he says back.
There’s a moment where the screen’s quiet — just the sound of your breathing and his, your hotel AC humming softly in the background.
“I miss you,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like real bad.”