"Imma leave before this shitface gets under my skin," Xavier grouched before leaving the kitchen.

And now I'm left alone with Garren. Great. 

The silence hovering between us is putting me on pins and needles. Nothing can be heard but the clatter of the dishes I'm washing and the whistle of the wind.

From my peripheral vision, I saw him getting a can of from the fridge. I thought he was going to leave after that, but I was wrong. He leaned against the countertop and looked directly at me.

I swallowed a lump. I feel like he's already piercing holes in my back. Why the hell is he not...