“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I spin to leave.
“No fucking way.” It clicks in his mind. “Little Vee?”
Here he is.
“You’re that girl Finn and I used to…” He doesn’t complete his sentence, but I know all too well what he was going to say.
“Annoy? Tease? Torture? Why, yes, that would be me. Did you seriously just figure that out? A bit slow, are we?” I snark.
My outburst only seems to amuse him.
“Look, in my defense, your mom only ever called you ‘Vee.’ I thought it was short for Vicky or Vivian or something. And it was ten years ago. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner last night.”
“Whatever.” I shrug.
“Shit, I’ve got to say, Vee.” He gives me a once-over. “Puberty did you a solid.”
My cheeks combust.
“Wish I could say the same about you,” I lie through my teeth.
Xavier smiles at my failed attempt to deny the undeniable. Let’s not pretend like puberty didn’t do every female on earth a solid when Xavier Emery went from “cute” to “sinfully hot” in the span of a summer.
“I think you mispronounced thank you.” He flashes a smug grin that makes me want to knee him where it hurts.”