Chapter 67

Kimberly's POV I'd be dead of absolute mortification, my heart racing wildly with no respite and my muscles stiffened. Xavier's arm was wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm but teasing, as if he'd intentionally known exactly how to twirl me around in a daze. I tried to struggle free, but he refused to release me. I gulped and steeled myself. "Okay! I confess. I did want to take your waist measurement, okay?" His gaze burned with something unspoken, and his fingers on my wrist cinched up by a fraction of an inch. "Oh?" I swallowed hard and prayed onto a hint of courage. "Because last time, when you hugged me, your waist felt so nice as i wrapped my arms around it.. I just wondered how tight it'd be, that’s all." Blankness. A stiff, starch one that was getting me squirming on my heels in distaste. And then his jaw just dropped and he let out a disgruntled huff of breath. "Is all there is?" I blinked. “Yes, that’s it, so get your mind out of the gutter.” Xavier became quiet for a while.