Yasmine gently clasped his hand, a move that didn't surprise Xavier.
He understood her well. Her history was full of hurt, and she instinctively built walls around herself, an understandable defense mechanism.
He knew she needed time, and he believed that it wouldn't be long before she was ready to fully open up.
He recalled vividly the day he had rescued Yasmine from kidnappers. She had been disheveled, her eyes filled with distrust and panic.
Now, she was transformed. She looked composed and confident, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, her eyes sparkling like gems.
He felt a surge of pride watching her evolve.
Yet, in a bold move, Yasmine guided his hand to her chest, pressing his palm against her plump peaks.
It was a significant step for her, openly confronting their mutual d
