Allison's POV
Xander Black must have been born to distract me. Once again, he has me staring at my system for a full ten minutes without doing anything, and he didn't even have to be here to do it!
I sigh, staring at the screen to remember what I was doing before the memories of yesterday swept me away.
Memories of Xander's eyes, and the unusual softness in them. Memories of his concern and his kindness. He had gone to a noodle shop just because I wanted to, and let me spend a foolishly long time at the fountain without complaining, even waiting for me and driving me home afterward. All rather small things to be gushing about, I know, but dating Peterson for four years does that to a person.
And that look in his eyes…
I had turned away from the fountain at one point, looking around to
