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Zoey's POV
"You're seriously not gonna tell me where we're going?" I ask incredulously as the corner of my lips curves up in a small smile.
I like this feeling; being around him carefree, not walking on eggshells and worrying about screwing everything up with the utter of a single word.
"Nope." Xavier spares me a smile, his bright eyes returning to the dark road ahead of us seconds later. He chuckles lightly after, helping to ease my anxious mind.
I'm not sure if I'm nervous because I'm completely clueless about our date or because I'm going on it with Xavier Danvers, the man who is paying me to be his phony fiancée. This is gonna take a lot of getting use to, if we decide to continue...
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