I felt like a teenager again. Giggly and bubbly. My eyes followed Xavier wherever he went around the room. Followed him like my life depended on it. My lips still tingled from our kiss. A solid reminder that I might be my own person, but I was his as well.
Yet when I looked at him, I swore I could see a future that hadn't been there before. He felt like the home I had been longing for since I was born.
"And this one?" Levi asked, pointing at a picture on Xavier's table.
Levi was sitting on his lap. His smile was large and infectious. He found everything around him fascinating. Wonderous. He also asked Xavier more questions than he had ever asked me. A giddy child willing to absorb everything around him.
Xavier ruffled Levi's hair and smiled. "My mom. She passed away when I was young,"
