After how put-offish Xavier had been in the past, his behavior had done a complete one-eighty.
He kept touching me in the restaurant and when we left, he'd stood close to me, hand finding the small of my back. Gazing up at him, our eyes met briefly before I could look away, stiffly realizing that his eyes had hardly left me since he'd arrived. When his hand slid up my spine, resting between my shoulder blades, I felt his thumb glide upwards, rubbing the back of my neck, and and couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine.
"Are you cold?" His voice was right at my ear. He was in my space.
Swallowing, I shook my head no, peeking up at him quickly. Eye contact, unwavering and bold--it felt like we were back on the cruise ship, before he'd started avoiding me. It made me think of
