“Actually, there is something,” said Xavier. “I’d like to get my clothes back.”
Everything he’d just said had come straight from the heart. They hadn’t been pick-up lines. He hadn’t been flirting around.
He was truly, madly, deeply in love with her. He’d missed her for five years, now.
And even after all that time, she was still holding on to this grudge against him.
Now, he needed to scrabble up the flimsiest of excuses, just to see her for even a moment.
“What clothes?” Willow asked, perplexed.
“That coat I lent you, last night?”
Willow suddenly remembered how she’d come down in her nightclothes, the day before. For whatever reason, that fool Xavier had insisted on throwing his coat onto her.
Because she’d been wearing Xavier’s coat, Jasper had lost his temper, for whatever reason. She’d spent the rest of the evening being terrorized and tormented by him.
“It’s not with me!” Willow snapped.
“Willow… don’t tell me you’re holding on to it, as something to remember me by?” Xavier teased playfully. “Perhaps you still have feelings for me? Why can’t we work things out between us, so that we can be together?”
Willow found this suggestion to be incredibly irksome. “Don’t get carried away,” she admonished placidly, “As I’ve informed you countless times, I no longer have any feelings for you whatsoever. It’s not that I want to keep your coat—but my mother just washed it, so it’s sopping wet at the moment.”
“That’s fine. I’ll come by your place to pick it up anyway, and I’ll give my regards to your mom while I’m at it.”
Before he could hang up on her, Willow scrambled to dissuade him: “Don’t you dare! My mother won’t tolerate your presence here! You’re downstairs, right now?”
“Yup.”
“Stay right there. I’ll come down immediately.” She hung up, and was just about to burst out the door, when she realized that she was still in her nightclothes again.
Remembering what had happened last time, she decided it would be a terrible idea to repeat that sequence of events, and so she raced back to her room, grabbed some clothes from the closet, changed, and finally stepped outside.
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