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He pushes off the trunk, a naughty grin tugging at his lips. “Don’t worry about any of that now. Tell me about your night.”
“There's nothing to tell.” We step into the dimly lit house, making sure not to wake anyone as we travel to my bedroom upstairs.
“Did you have fun?” he asks, as soon as the door shuts behind him.
“Sure I did.” I grab black yoga pants and a t-shirt from the drawer and walk toward the en suite bathroom.
“I don’t believe you,” he whisper-shouts as I close him out.
I drop my things on the marble counter and glance at my lying self in the mirror.
What am I doing? Trying to make him jealous? As if he cares.
I reach my hand around to unzip my dress and tug. It’s stuck. Just like me. Stuck in this never ending rut of wanting what I can't have.
Over and over again, I try, but the little thingy isn’t unzipping.
I peek my head out the bathroom door. “Xavier?”
He sits on the bed, my old ratty stuffed bunny in his hand, and when he sees me, his eyes skim my face.
“Can you help me with my zipper?”
Ugh, this sounds so contrived. How embarrassing.
“Sure.” He drops the bunny and steps closer.
When I turn around, there is no space between our bodies. He sweeps my hair across my shoulder, and I suck in a breath at the featherlight touch of his fingertips across the nape of my neck.
Oblivious to his effect on me, his hands land on my zipper. “This little fucker is stuck good.”
Describing what's happening in my belly as butterflies doesn't do it justice. The flutter is more powerful, like a swarm of eagles soaring.
He tugs a little harder, and his knuckle grazes against my overheated skin.
After another tug, the zipper finally succumbs to his power, just as I want to do.
He lowers it a bit, and I turn in his arms.
Xavier lets out a small chuckle, his hands unsure where they should go, but there’s nothing funny in this moment. Not now.
Instead of pulling away like I expect, he traces the gold chain draped over my collar bone.
“You still wear this,” he whispers.
“Every day.”
His eyes meet mine and the air stills in my lungs. This is all new. The overwhelming feelings. The rush of adrenaline I feel right now. My brown eyes hold his uncertain blue ones, wondering if he’ll finally kiss me. Wondering if I’ll be any good at it.
His crystal eyes war with something inside his head, and I see the moment he decides against whatever he was planning to do with me.
But, I don’t want to back down.
“I’ve never had a real kiss before,” I confess.
He laughs a little. “What?”
“Will you...uh...show me how?”
