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Every single time, he cleaned me up, once carrying me to the bathroom to set me on his vanity while he did it.
It was sweet and hot and completely Javi.
Although I didn’t want to move, I had one addiction (outside of my new one, that new one being Javi), and it was demanding a fix.
“I want coffee,” I told him.
He sifted his fingers into my hair, pulled my mouth down to his, kissed me quickly and let me lift away.
“I’m on coffee. You clean up,” he said.
“’Kay,” I replied.
He pulled me down to him for another kiss, which wasn’t quick, before he broke it and tugged us both out of bed.
I went to the bathroom.
He hauled on his trousers from the night before (commando! delicious!) and went to the door.
While in the bathroom, I took the opportunity to brush my teeth, floss, wash my face (again with sleeping in makeup, though I didn’t sleep much so I forgave myself), and moisturize.
But I was in Javi’s tee in his bed before he returned juggling two mugs, his phone and my gold bag.
When he made it to me, I pushed up to help him with his load.
He then climbed over me to settle at my side, but he twisted at the waist to set his phone on his charge pad.
I took a sip of coffee, set it on my nightstand and opened my bag to dig out my phone so I could do the same, saying, “I can’t get a lock on it.”
“A lock on what?”
I had my phone out, but I turned to him. “Are you a boob man or a butt man?”
Now with no small amount of experience, he seemed pretty dedicated to both.
His lips twitched and his brows rose. “Do I have to pick just one?”
“I guess not, but I thought you guys did.”
He shot me a lusty smile. “Before I saw your ass in those panties during your takedown at SC, I was a tits man. Now I’m a tits and ass man.”
I laughed and leaned into him to press my lips to his.
He accepted this and only took a sip of his coffee when I sat back.
I looked at my phone so I could aim it to my charge pad, which I’d set up in my semi-move-in the day before, but I stopped when I saw what was on the display.
I touched it.
My stomach clutched.
Three missed calls from my mother, and one voicemail.
She’d left a voicemail the other night when she’d phoned, but things had been so busy, I hadn’t listened to it yet.
Oh boy.
“What?” Javi asked.