"So… about the last question," Madeline reminded.
"Again, what's a guilty pleasure?" Xavier inquired, curious as to what it meant whilst already having a couple of ideas regarding what it could've meant.
"It's something you enjoy doing that might be frowned upon by others," she explained.
"Ah."
"Then I suppose my guilty pleasure is not sleeping."
Madeline didn't have anything to say to that.
However… it seemed like Xavier did.
The corners of his lips curved up into a devilish smile - it was the first time Madeline had ever seen him smile and that managed to scare her to bits.
"Why are you suddenly smiling like that?" She stuttered, her confidence down the drain as she couldn't think of what to say to get out of this situation.
"Because it's your turn now, and I get to ask you any question I want."
"Am I right?"
Madeline narrowed her eyes.
"You are," she said bitterly.
"So," Xavier began.
Fighting the urge to get up and run, Madeline's heart raced in her chest.
