/Stacy's POV/
Meeting Xavier saved and unharmed had been something I'd wished for since I was in the car but meeting him safe and unharmed had been quite embarrassing for me. I didn't have an excuse for barging into his home for no reason in particular which was kinda stupid because I was really worried about him and when he gave the excuse himself. I couldn't be more glad and when he begged me to stay a little, I felt a familiar warmth enveloped me slowly. I knew he likes me, I mean it was all written on his forehead in big capital letters but I wasn't sure of myself. I mean do I like him? I wasn't sure...I do care for him but like...that's such a big word. I kept thinking about the sudden tension that was floating around us as I decided to assist in helping him make make breakfast, he's
