XAVIER'S POV
"So, you plan on going to a college here?"
I nodded while getting my feet into the covers. The temperature had dropped to five degrees and it looked like it was gonna snow.
"I want to stay near my mum, in case she needs me anytime. I can't risk leaving her all alone. Especially with her hectic job and the twins. It's gonna be really hard for her."
She nodded and laid down.
On my lap.
Ophelia was on my fucking lap.
And I just stared at her like she was some weird alien.
"You know, you won't die if you touch me, right?"
She chuckled at my already stupid face that was doing nothing but getting stupider.
Yeah, I know that's not a word, but let it slide for now. The literature and grammar police in me had gone in search of my stolen sense.
The one that was stolen by my Ophelia.
