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I freeze at his sentence. My skin grows hot as the question rings in my ear.
Did he just said what I think he said? If he didn't I might be going crazy.
"Hey," Xavier whispers, easing me off his chest so I can face him, "can you please say something? I fucking hate silence."
I open my mouth but quickly snap it shut, not really sure what to say.
"You know what. Don't answer, forget it. The last two minutes didn't happen." His voice holds neutrality and his face morphs into something I can't decipher. I can't tell if he is angry, sad or annoyed.
"Xavier..." I begin to explain. How do I exactly? It was a simple question that needed a simple answer. I
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