Chapter 8

NICOLETTE'S POV

I must have been dreaming or perhaps fragments of my imagination were beginning to show themselves in my physical life. Else how would I attest or explain the fact that my husband had just kissed me a second time? This was something confusing yet so wanted. I recall standing there after he was gone for a while as my index finger touched my lips. A teardrop fell from my eyes to compliment the already drying tears. I eventually managed to get a hold of my emotions and enter my bedroom.

I could have sworn that I spent longer in the shower that night than I had any other night because I could not think straight. It was when I got out that I started trying to analyze what had happened. I sat down to brush my hair for the night yet I could not think straight as the memory was flooding in. It was a mistake. At least that should be what I would stick to when I have no explanations to put up. Xander was a man of his word and clearly, he was not thinking straight. I reca