He works the shampoo into a lather on my hair. “Nope.”
“Yuck. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You’ve been sleeping.”
I let him wash and condition my hair, but images of him kissing Billie come into my mind. When he’s done rinsing my hair, I stare at him. “We need to talk, Xander.”
“Yeah, we do but not just about what happened.”
Confused, I tilt my head at him. “Besides your ex-girlfriend who you’ve obsessed about, locking lips with you, what else do we need to talk about?”
“Words with Friends.” He searches my eyes.
“Words with...” He knows it was me. I take a deep breath.
“The Damon situation.”
The Damon situation? What is there to talk about? Must be whatever HR did to him.
Xander turns the water off and gently dries me, being careful of my bruises. He grabs the robe hanging on the hook and helps me in it then towels himself off and wraps it around his waist.
“Go sit at your vanity.”
I say nothing and sit down. A million thoughts race through my mind, going back over all the conversations we had while we played Words with Friends.
Shit, shit, shit!
He combs my hair, wraps my wrist in a new bandage, and kisses me on my forehead. “I’m going to put some clothes on. I’ll bring you some clean pajamas.”
“Xander—”
He puts his finger over my mouth. “Get dressed, and then we’ll talk.”
We both quietly change.
“You hungry?”he asks.
I nod.
“Okay, let’s go.” He takes my hand and leads me out to the kitchen. He pulls out the barstool. “You want to sit here or on the couch?”
“This is fine.”
He pulls food out of my cabinets and fridge. I watch him, not sure what to even say.
I spent months talking to him, never revealing who I was. I lied to him and told him we didn’t know each other. I even told him to consider our conversations a safe zone.
Shit.
As I watch Xander make breakfast, the pit in my stomach grows. I should have told him the night we played Scrabble.
He dishes up food for us both then comes over and sits down next to me.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
“Wait. Eat first. I’m switching your medication over. The stuff they have you on is super addictive. You need to eat to take the new medication.”
He pulls me onto his lap, and like the first night we met, he feeds me a bite of a pancake.
