CHAPTER TWELVE
Harper’s POV
The dinner was quieter than I expected.
Xavier and I sat across from each other in the private restaurant he had chosen after practice. It wasn’t a place filled with reporters or fans. It was quiet, away from the attention that followed him everywhere.
For the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe.
I slowly cut my food while listening to Xavier talk about a few things happening with the team.
He wasn’t someone who spoke a lot, but I had started noticing that when he did speak, he always chose his words carefully.
“You’re quiet,” he said suddenly.
I looked up. “I’m eating.”
A faint smile appeared on his face. “That’s not an answer.”
I looked down at my plate. “I’m just thinking.”
“About what?”
I hesitated before answering. “About everything
