Watty's 2019 !! - CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING (SLOWLY)
ORIGINALLY CALLED FINDING HOME (NOW SEQUEL'S TITLE)
When Paisley Evans moves from New Orleans, Louisiana to Oregon, Portland, can she fight the instinct she's grown to have to close herself off to o...
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"Those S'mores were really good." Xavier hums patting his flat belly and sighing contently.
"That it was" I sigh and lie back against the pillow.
Xavier and I were sitting outside by the fire pit we started a few hours ago after dinner. Tyler and Peyton fell asleep a while ago bundled up in blankets by the fire. Peyton somehow managed to get a marshmallow stuck in her hair and Xavier and I spent a good fifteen minutes trying to get it out with butter and water.
It would've looked so wrong if someone had come in when Xavier was holding Peyton in his arms and her head in the kitchen sink, while I tried to pull all of the marshmallow out. I'm honestly so surprised she didn't even wake up; I was being pretty rough with her hair.
Anyway, after I finally got the blob out, we put her and Tyler in bed and went back outside by the fire pit.
Staring into the crackling flurry of orange and red, my mind couldn't help but wonder.
"Xavier?" I voice out into the night.
"Yeah?" I turn to him to see he's already looking at me.
I look at the fire nervously. "Were you and Alex... serious?"
Xavier sighs and turns towards me, so our legs are now touching. "No, we had only been together a few months, but nothing ever really happened".
"Did you two ever... you know...?" I ask anxiously.
Xavier pulls my hands into his and the palms of my hands start to crackle and tingle from his touch. "No. We never had sex. She was never going to be the one for me. I never loved her." He speaks confidently, though with a hint of regret in his words.
"Why were you with her then?" I say looking into his eyes to try and find the answers.
I have to admit; I think I liked hearing that he never slept with Alex more than I should've. I had to try really hard not to break out into a full-blown grin at that valuable piece of knowledge.
"I don't really know. I think I just wanted a distraction and she was just easy. As bad as that sounds, it's true." It was his turn to look away from me now and look out into the fire.
"A distraction?" I ask confused. What does he need distracting from?
He turns back to me, locking our eyes in a fiery intensity. "Reality." He answers solemnly.
I know that feeling all too well.
Giving him a sympathetic nod, I lean my head on his shoulder and we cozy up together with our hands still intertwined.
"Did you have a boyfriend before you moved?" Xavier asks curiously. I was wondering when this question would come up. It's usually only a matter of time.
"No one serious," I reply vaguely keeping my gaze focused on the flames sparking from the wood chunks.
"So... you never...?" he trails off scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
