Celia walked over to the spot he patted on the bed, yet instead of sitting there, she jotted down in his lap, her head falling against his chest. “I...I’m sorry...”
That was something she dreaded saying, which was why instead of spilling it out to Celeste, she had written it down on paper, but in the situation she was currently in, she had no choice but to let the words out.
“I didn’t know, I thought tha...”
Xavier’s arms encased her, the warmth, the tingles flooding right through her. “It’s alright, there’s no way you could’ve known anyway.”
“Yes but...” she lifted her head, her sad eyes finding his. “Xavier I...”
Xavier sighed. “Your reaction is making me feel awkward, stop...act like you normally do.”
“What? You want me to call you a dickhead after what you told me? I’m sorry, but
