Jasmine’s POV

My aunt lives in the slum part of Chicago and I feel uncomfortable having Xavier with me on our way to see her.

Even though I feel safer with him beside me. I snuggle closer to him in the back seat of the car we hired. We have been silent since we got to the airport.

He keeps pressing kisses to my forehead and hair and it amazes me.

Even though Xavier still has not said the love word, I know I mean a lot to him. It just saddens me that he doesn’t know how to express ...