Xavier POV
I was at the entrance hall when Emery came in.
I had a smile on my face and the new phone I brought for her behind my back.
Emery stopped and stared at me in surprise, and then her soft eyes turned into a glare as she walked past me. Determined to ignore me like we mean nothing to each other.
I get that she's already pissed off with her loser boyfriend, but I'm not going to let her take her anger out on me unfairly.
Gripping Emery's wrist, I stop her from running away.
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her pulse quickens under my touch, but she has a lying expression on her face, pretending as though I don't affect her in any way.
“There can't be anything between us, Xavier; stop touching me.” She snaps in a breathy voice.
She's not calling me "uncle" anymore.
