KIMBERLY’S POV
Won’t I be asking too much? It's so sensitive to ask about his past, his family. For one short second, my mind goes flip-flopping on whether to let all this be. Not that I have a right to, anyway, since he never speaks about his mother..
"Well, well, well’" Xavier says, all deep and warm. "I'm starting to think you miss me, Kimberly."
I can almost see the smirk of his mouth. There's ever that razor's edge of play, the one which in each and every moment annoys me, attracts me toward him. I roll my eyes, though he can't see it.
"I’m serious, Xavier," I mutter, the teasing in my tone belying the bite of frustration. "I need to talk to you about something."
A short silence later, the placating tone: "What's wrong? Better yet, what's got you calling me during wor
