Xzavier POV
There was an audible gasp from everyone in the room. Very few people in this world were allowed to call me Xzavier and it was never in public. I looked past Tessa, shooting daggers at anyone who would dare to say anything. Everyone quickly returned to eating, but I could see the knowledge of what Tessa had just done blooming on her face. Her cheeks colored, this time with embarressment. She quickly turned, speeding toward the kitchen.
I followed close on her heels. As the door swung shut behind me I grabbed her shoulder, spinning her to look at me.
" I'm sorry," she immediately blurted out, dropping her head so her face was hidden behind a curtain of curls.
" Don't be," I said lifting her chin so she was looking at me again.
" Hearing you say my name brings me more joy
