Sloane’s POV
Lunchtime rolls around, and true to form, Xavier eats with me. Not that I asked him to. He has been doing this ever since I returned from my two-week absence after the accident, simply appearing beside me as though sitting with me was the most natural thing in the world.
An expected relationship expectation.
Even after the way I dismissed him at the hotel, he remained completely undeterred. Every subtle attempt I make to brush him off, every slightly more direct one, somehow rolls right off him.
Have I been playing their little game too well?
I leave him cold at the hotel, but then on Wednesday, I cheer for him from the stands, waving at him like the most supportive girlfriend in the world, and he looks at me as though that single gesture means more than it should. I reme
