Xavier's pov
I felt Mia stiffen in my arms. Her face turned queerly pale, making me fret about her not liking my touch. She tried to break out of my embrace. She could be very stubborn sometimes.
“Come on, baby girl, we should stop fighting. I don't like it when you don't give me attention. I never want anyone to come between us. Don't be angry with me, angel, please,” I requested, as I couldn't stay away from her.
I wanted her always in my arms, by my side, in my bed, in my life. I needed her as I needed oxygen to breathe, and she knew this very well.
“Let go of me, Xavier,'' she screeched in an annoying voice and tried to wriggle out of my arms.
“No. First of all, you have to tell me what has made you behave rude to me,” I insisted, not ready to let her go.
She sighed and said, “b
