Hot bubble baths usually wash my worries away. But tonight, even neck-deep soaking, my mind kept churning with questions.
Why did Xavier freak out when I mentioned his tattoo? And why did he storm off before explaining anything?
A brisk knock interrupted my brooding. "One minute!" I yelped, sloshing water as I scrambled out to grab a towel. Dripping wet, I flung the door open to find Xavier standing there stiffly, hand half-raised to knock again.
We both froze for a long awkward moment. His eyes traced damp hair clinging to my bare wet shoulders before I cinched the towel tightly around myself. My cheeks burned, but his face gave nothing away.
After an uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke. "We should talk."
Xavier glanced away briefly as if gathering resolve. When his eyes returned
