'This guy is really good at acting—what a vixen,' Dave thought, looking Leo up and down.
But Leo ignored him, keeping his eyes fixed on the door.
Moments later, an irritated Xavier opened it, topless, with messy hair and a distinct red mark on his collarbone.
All four of them stared at the clear red mark on Xavier's collarbone.
His hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, but it only added to his charm, giving him a rugged allure—though that wasn't the point.
Xavier tilted his head to the right, as if stretching his neck muscles, but the men in front of him knew he was purposefully flaunting the kiss mark to irritate them.
Of course, Xavier wanted to show it off. He had made a deal with Hera: he'd only let her go to wash up if she gave him a kiss mark.
At first, Hera was hesitant, but with Dave's incessant knocking and the other men gathered outside her door, she knew she needed to get going—they still had to travel to the distant racing venue.
