Amelia's POV

I heard shuffling and opened my eyes to see Xavier awake staring at the ceiling. Instead of alerting him of my consciousness I laid there admiring him. The sharpness of his jaw, the light reflecting in his eyes. The redness of his lips that parted slightly exposing hi-

"Good morning Amelia," he whispered his eyes still trained on the ceiling.

"Good morning Xavier,"

"Are you okay?" I asked moving my hand to his chest.

"Yeah....just thinking,"

"About what?"

"I want to get to know her," he said looking over to me.

"But," I said knowing there was one.

"There is some resentment in me,"

"Just give it a...