Chapter 65

KIMBERLY'S POV The bookstore smelled just the same, all warm and familiar, full of rustling pages. But my brain wasn't fixed on memories; it was fixed on Xavier. I truly couldn't make anything out straight from what the owner of the book store was saying, before i could ask anymore questions, Xavier finally spoke. "I remember seeing you here before," he said to the window and its seat. I turned back at him with a look. "You do? He nodded. "You used to sit right there, completely lost in whatever you were doing." I frowned a little. "I was probably sketching." Xavier's lips curled a little. "Yeah. Pink bunnies." I blinked. "You remember that?" He chuckled. "You drew them all the time. Pink bunnies, random patterns, and messy designs. I used to wonder if you were actually studying or just playing around." I stared at him, shock and something else, perhaps warmth, perhaps curiosity, knotting in the pit of my stomach. My fingers curled over the strap of my bag as I searched his face. He wa