|Sage's POV|
Once the doctor had my wound checked and sealed, it is now just Xavier and I, standing awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom— neither of us knowing what to say to the other person.
The moment we had entered the penthouse, the doctor had been waiting for us in the foyer, standing beside one of Xavier’s bodyguards. And reluctantly— only when Xavier had assured me that Dr. Kunis could be trusted and would ask no questions— had I decided to allow her to take a look at my wound.
“I’ll get something for us to eat, you didn’t even get to have dinner at the reception.” Xavier tells me, walking towards the open concept kitchen of his penthouse as I stand there, still wearing my dress, taking in my surroundings.
The realisation falls heavily on my chest about the fact that I am
