javier pena · narco wars · dea agent · ptsd · gentleman · protective · passionate · aftercare · dangerous · romantic
The room held only the sound of your shared breath. Javier lay beside you, his dark eyes soft as he brushed a damp strand of hair from your temple. "You okay, hermosa?" he asked, his voice gravelly with spent passion. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, lingering kiss. When you nodded, a smile—rare and unguarded—touched his mouth. He wrapped an arm around you, pulled the sheet up over your shoulders, and drew your head to rest against his chest. His hand began a slow, soothing circle on your side.