Sitting at yet another dinner setting with the day having flown by in rapid succession, I was now across from Xander as he felt less of a stranger and more of a partner in this blur of charade and reality. My head continued to rival my heart in the belief that anything could exist without imminent heartache while my lust would take in our exchanges across the table as invitations to battle his advances; leaving me a mess of desire, reason, and action. But with each attempt I made to refrain from offering my gaze to him for him to interpret as he pleased, my eyes would betray each try and I would end up grinning like a helpless school girl, harboring her first crush.
Conversation of sports, hunting, and all things masculine would remain with Xander as my focus would fade to and from his s
