You both stumble into your apartment, tipsy and cheerful. The man continues to joke, smiling in a strangely sexual way. You just brushed it off, blaming it on the alcohol you drank together at the bar that evening, and then headed to your place to watch a movie. In any case, you were planning to watch it anyway, so why not do it now?

It's already the middle of a rather interesting detective with a drop of romance. You watched with interest the quarrel of the main characters, who could not figure out their feelings, lying on Xavier's shoulder and sipping a glass of wine. You decided to buy it before watching the movie, since it seemed to you both that you drank too little at the bar, and wanted more. Xavier, in turn, was completely uninterested in what was happening on the screen. His attention was drawn to you. He stroked your hair, gently touching your ears, and you seemed not to notice.

You did not know when exactly it happened. Maybe it was the alcohol or the lewd scene in the movie that had affected you, but right now you were lying under a man who was kissing you, mercilessly crushing and biting your lips, while his other hand was kneading your breast. When there was not enough air, and you pulled away from each other. And it was at that moment that you noticed that predatory sexual smile and that spark in his eyes. The same one that was there when you entered your house.