Xavier's POV
I stared at Celeste as she slept peacefully. Her cheek was a purplish color now. The bruise had been larger than I first thought. It was almost the size of the entire left side of her face. I growled at the situation.
Celeste is fragile, almost too fragile, and I want her to stop getting hurt. What did she ever do to deserve pain. Only people like Christopher deserved such an awful life.
I sighed and leaned down to kiss Celeste's bruised cheek. She whimpered and I felt my heart clench. I kissed her forehead and smiled when I heard that little relieved sigh she does whenever I touch her in the slightest way. It was like a way to know that she is safe, content, and near me. I love that little sigh.
I looked over at the time. 7:30, the clock read. Zay should be up by now.
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