Page 265 of Black Reign

Not once.

So Xavier’s fingers around mine feel more intimate than they should.

Proof.

He exists.

I exist.

And we're finally in the same room.

I look at his hand.

“Your fingers are longer than I thought.”

He turns his head.

“You thought about my fingers?”

Mistake.

I focus very seriously on my soup.

“No.”

“Interesting.”

“I meant from the photographs.”

“Which photographs?”

“You know exactly which ones.”

“The one with the Scotch?”

“Yes.”

“The watch?”

“Yes.”

“The one after the shower?”

I choke.

Xavier calmly hands me water.

“You’re horrible.”

“You saved that one.”

My eyes narrow.

“You cannot know that.”

“I can make an educated assumption.”

“Based on?”