“Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger / Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife / Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.”
― Hafiz
Rose neared the entrance to the dining hall, and recognized Xavier’s side profile. He was standing and talking with a middle-aged man who looked eerily familiar. Rose took a moment to stare at Xavier openly. She couldn’t help but admire the way his dark green dress shirt stretched taught across his muscles, broad shoulders tapering down to a six pack that Rose had only vaguely been able to glimpse. His locks were slicked back with some type of gel and he had an open, sincere smile on his face that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. During her unabashed drooling, Xavier suddenl
