Xavier’s POV
Her words knocked the air right out of me. I’m yours.
I wanted to believe it, wanted to brand it into my chest, but all I felt was guilt clawing at me. My throat burned as I kissed her, slow, desperate, my tears still wet against her cheek.
But she kissed me harder. Her lips moved like she was teaching me something I didn’t deserve to learn. When her trembling fingers slid across my chest, I shuddered. She didn’t even know what she was doing to me. She didn’t need to.
I broke the kiss with a groan, pressing my forehead to hers, breath shaking.
“Cora… f**k, I’m sorry. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you. I’m so f****d up—calling you that, hurting you, and now—” My voice cracked. “You gave me your first kiss, and I—I’m ruining you already.”
“Stop,” she whispered, and
