Alethea

This has to be the joke of the century. I look closer, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing, and my heart drops as I realize it's Xavier.

What the hell? I can’t believe what I'm seeing.

They’re compromising, and the tension between Maya and Xavier is palpable.

It’s like there’s something about the way they’re locked at this moment as if they’re being pulled together by an invisible force.

The kiss between them is brutal and all-consuming. It’s as though they’ve denied themselves this moment for far too long, and now, with the slightest touch, all the pent-up desire comes alive.

It's like they've been waiting for...