"I hope you're not planning to wear that." Xavier walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a sleek, expensive clubbing outfit, ready to go, while I was still in my sweats, trying to finish my makeup."What’s it to you?" I replied awkwardly, stretching my mouth to put mascara on my curled lashes."Why are you making that face?" He asked, stepping closer with a mix of curiosity and amusement."Again, what’s it to you?" I rolled my eyes, cursing under my breath when the mascara smeared across my eyelid from the movement.Xavier laughed, and I shot him a glare. We were like an old married couple, even if we hadn’t realized it yet."Why are you here? You ready?" I asked, annoyed."What’s that supposed to mean?" Xavier twirled around in his outfit, flipping his coat with a smirk, clearly offended that I didn’t think he was ready."What’s gotten into you?" I asked, confused by his carefree behavior."What do you mean? I'm going clubbing with my mate for the first time." Xavier said it like we
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