Sloane’s POV
Getting up means facing him, looking into those eyes, so I stay where I am, frozen and trembling, waiting for him to go away even when my wolf and I plead for him to come find us. To do as his words said- hold us. To ease the suffocating weight locking my limbs to the floor.
But now, trapped in an agonizing spiral over Xavier's words, telling me he loved me- no, that wasn't quite it.
He had asked me to love him. To tell him I loved him. It left me completely paralyzed. I hadn't responded, couldn't respond, because every remaining instinct I had screamed at me to guard what was left of my heart.
Did a request like that mean he genuinely cared for me, or was it just another layer of calculated deception? I mean, I do know he has feelings for me, but did he think he had me co
