The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

Orelia's POV.

The date is a complete success. The food is amazing, and the company is even better. Xavier and I talk continuously, laughing loudly and annoying the patrons around us.

It has stopped raining when we walk back to my flat, but he holds my hand and keeps me close to him, nonetheless.

He takes me right up to my door and waits for me to unlock it and step inside. I turn around to face him and my breath catches in my throat.

His eyes, intense and dark, drop to my lips. I instinctively rub them together and his eyes follow the movement. He looks back up at me and leans in slightly.

With my heart thumping wildly in my chest, I lean in, too. Our eyes fall closed at the same time our lips meet.

Kissing my mate is the cherry on top of a perfect evening. His lips are soft but insistent, coaxing me to respond with equal fervor. I lean into his touch and sink against him.

Xavier's arms wind around my waist, his hands gently pressing on my upper and lower back. I drop my handbag on the floor with a soft thud and wrap my arms around his neck.

I lift onto my tiptoes to kiss him harder. Encouraged by my reaction, his tongue nudges against my lips. I open my mouth to him, and our tongues collide.

Instantly, I'm addicted to his taste. I want more of him the second I taste him. My hands pull him closer to me and my body rubs against his.

Thankfully, Xavier has more control than I. He slows our kiss down. When he pulls back, I eventually set my feet flat on the floor again. My lips are swollen and tingling from our kiss.

I want to do it again.

Xavier smiles down at me, looking both turned on and amused.

'I should go,' he says. 'Can I see you again tomorrow'

'Yes,' I reply a little too quickly.

Xavier chuckles and kisses my forehead, sending a flurry of flutters through me.

Reluctantly, I say goodbye and watch him walk down the hall. With a sigh, I step into my flat.

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The next week is perfect. We go on another three dates. One is a brunch date before I start my shift and the other two are dinner dates. Like before, Xavier walks me to my door but doesn't make any move to take things further or come in.

I know that he is stressed from everything that is going on with Lettie and her son. He's looked tired on our dates. Handsome, but tired. I love that he is so supportive of Lettie, she needs him right now, I get that.

She texted me at the beginning of the week, telling me that she has named him Anthony after his father, but she is worried about a rash he developed on his back.

I ask to come round and see him in person, and she agrees. Xavier picks me up and drives us both over to her house.

I feel nervous when we first arrive and knock on the door. Lettie answers it, looking like a typical mum who is almost a week postpartum. Her hair is unwashed and in a messy bun on her head, she's in comfortable clothes and looks tired as hell.

'You look great,' Xavier comments dryly and she glares at him.

'Don't be a dick, Xavier,' she snaps. 'I'm not in the mood. Orelia, come on in.'

'Aw, don't be like that, Lettie!' Xavier whines childishly. 'I was only kidding!'

'Don't kid with a woman on the edge, Xavier,' Lettie says firmly. 'Come in and be nice, I'm sensitive at the moment.'

Hesitantly, I enter her house. It's only decorated with the basics but is really open and welcoming.

Anthony is in a Moses basket by the sofa in the living room. I watch her pick him up and take off his baby—grow to show me the rash. I recognize it instantly.

There are red blotches above his bottom with yellow dots in the middle of them.

'Don't worry,' I reassure Lettie. 'This is Erythema toxicum neonatorum. It is a common rash, lots of babies have it in their first week out of the womb. It should clear up in a few days.'

Lettie sighs with relief and hugs Anthony close to her chest.

'Thank Goddess,' she whispers. 'I'm sorry to have dragged you all the way over here just for that.'

'Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine. It's better to be safe than sorry.'

She gives me a weak smile. 'That's what I thought. I'm panicking about everything nowadays.'

'That's understandable. You have the most precious thing in your life in your arms,' I reply warmly.

'You're pretty wonderful, you know that' She says sweetly.