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I woke up the next morning still replaying everything from the blackout.
No matter how much I tried to ignore it, my brain kept going back to the same four things: Xavier catching me in the dark, his heartbeat hammering against my hand, him punching a hole in the drywall upstairs, and then acting like a totally normal human being the next morning.
I pulled my pillow over my face and let out a sigh.
*Maybe heβs just weird,* I thought, trying to laugh it off. *Maybe he just has issues and no sense of personal space.*
But then the second thought hit me right away: *Why am I even still thinking about this?*
Annoyed with myself, I kicked off the covers, got out of bed, and started getting ready for class.
By ten in the morning, I was sitting in the middle row of my financ
