OPHELIA'S POV
{Scroll down for the translations; I shall put them in the comments too.}
"What in the world have you filled in this bag of yours?"
Xavier stood in front of me with an exasperated look on his face. But that was the least of my concerns right now. The Kortajarena mansion had two floors with 12 bedrooms. And even then Xavier's grandma pushed us into one room. I can't change in front of him. There was no way that's happening. And sleeping together, that's out of the question.
In the motel, we only shared a bed for two hours and even then I was nervous as hell.
Does his family expect us to share a room for the whole night?
God no.
I don't know what he might start thinking of me after he hears me snore the whole night and drool the next morning.
"Hello? Earth to, Ophelia? It's like you aren't even listening to me speak."
