CHAPTER 26
KIRA
The silence after the garden was heavier than the moans that filled it moments before.
I was still breathing hard when Xavier helped me stand. We were both messy, our clothes wrinkled, skin flushed. I tried to fix my skirt, wiping my thighs quickly. He didn’t say anything, just buttoned up his shirt with sharp, jerky movements. His jaw was tight.
"Are you okay?" I asked carefully.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed my hand, led me toward the car. “We’re going to my house,” he said, not even looking at me.
I frowned. “Why? You’re acting weird. Did I do something wrong?”
Xavier glanced at me as we walked. “You didn’t say no when that boy’s hands were on you.”
I blinked. “Mason?”
His jaw twitched. “Yes. Your project partner. The one who thinks he’s cute.”
“Xavier,
