I Remember You
“Your hands are so small. Look at your tiny fingers... Mine look monstrous against yours,” Xander had intertwined his fingers in Rae's hand, as he cracked jokes about their size. They both lay in bed, with her head rested on his chest, and his arm wrapped around her shoulders. It had been a few days since dealing with Nixon's phone call, and all seemed quiet. Xander had been spending more and more time with Rae. They had been taking things slow, more like just flirting in over drive, like teens did in high school. He had been making appearances at the house, at least to make sure that no one showed up when Rae least expected them to, especially Nixon. Avery had been mending all of her broken relationships with her close friends, but with Xander and Rae, surprising
