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I gaped at Xavier as he went on.
"It's not about you, Theodore. You've done nothing wrong. My rut is starting soon, and I've been keeping my distance because I didn't want to put any pressure on you right after everything you went through at that villa."
Xavier spoke, avoiding my gaze with a blush almost as if something as natural as a rut was embarrassing to talk about.
"You're still mending, still trying to shake off the trauma, and I didn't want to overwhelm you when what you really need is space and a gentle touch...not the intensity that I bring with this.
His words hit me like a bolt of clarity. For a moment, I just stood there, taking in the truth behind the silence that had been bothering me for days.
Then, a wave of relief washed over me, so strong that I let out a dramatic breath and clutched my chest, nearly collapsing onto the bed in an exaggerated release.
