Angel's eyes drifted down again, fixed on the shape pushing against Xavier's pants. Her lips parted slightly, breath caught between restraint and hunger.
Xavier caught the look and smirked. He reached over, took her hand, and without hesitation slid it beneath the waistband of his pants. Her fingers closed around him, stroking slow at first, then firmer, the heat in her touch making his breath shift.
He let out a low laugh. "No girl's ever been this pervy with me before."
Angel's gaze never left the divider where Viola and Lyra were half-hidden, her hand working him steady as if daring someone to catch her. "Then you've been around the wrong girls," she murmured, her tone sharp but laced with something more.
Her strokes grew smoother, deliberate, her knuckles brushing against him with each motion. She didn't look at his face—her eyes stayed locked on that corner of the room, lips curling slightly like she knew she was doing something reckless and liked it.
