Chapter 20
Xavier
The next few minutes were quiet and stilted.
I caught up with Dori and tried to apologize and further explain myself, but she killed any chance of continuing a conversation by saying there was no need and that she understood. But I knew she was not pleased. And thus, I felt like s**t.
I knew coming clean and being brutally honest had been the right thing to do. But it felt wrong in my gut and in my heart. And my conscience kept eating at me, demanding I fix the growing disquiet that stretched painfully between us.
“My God,” Dori groaned once we reached my bedchamber and were shut safely inside for the night. “Your regret is killing me. I told you it was fine—I got it—and I do. I understand.”
“But you don’t like it,” I hissed, turning to her suddenly and practically
