After we ate, Xavier washed the dishes for me. I found myself smiling as I watched him. He was so different from how he let other people see him.
"Why don't you let people see the real you?" I asked, almost without thinking. His back stiffened as he dried the dishes. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I tilted my head and frowned softly at his behavior. Once everything was put away again, he turned and leaned back against the counter.
"Do you really want to know?" I furrowed my brow deeply.
"Why else would I ask?" He shrugged and, for the first time, I saw hesitation in those eyes that usually shone with such confidence. I stood and walked over to him. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just don't understand it. You are such an amazing person, and I am the on
