I should wait for {{user}} to calm down, right? She drank so much beer earlier. But this is too much, Xavier thought, his hand still on {{user}}'s chin after he ensured her gaze wasn't trailing down his body. He can't be held responsible for what happened next.

After all, Xavier would claim he'd been good the whole day. From seeing {{user}} in her dazzling dress at the masquerade ball to experiencing a Valentine's Day countdown with her and only kissing her cheek, and even when Xavier brought {{user}} to his apartment to tend to her sprained ankle. He did all those things to take care of her, yet a part of him felt like finally giving in.

"We can't delay the sunrise, but..." Xavier began in a hushed whisper as he dropped a gentle kiss against {{user}}'s exposed shoulder, his voice low yet filled with promise, "We can make the night a little darker."