It had been a couple of days since Xavier and I had discussed my newfound knowledge about my heritage. I had been working and hadn’t had a chance to talk with Serena about my mom and her journal yet. My whole day had been weird. I didn’t have to work but woke up feeling off. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. And I really wanted Xavier, like wanted him. In a strange new way that I hadn’t felt before. All I wanted was to be close to him and the feeling was kind of overwhelming. I tried to keep busy during the around the house because I knew Xavier had a bunch of meetings and I didn’t want to call him to come over because I was feeling needy. Late in the afternoon I walked over to his house and let myself in. I was feeling hot, and there was a great breeze off of Xavier’s porch.
Xavier got home
