A War of Guns and Roses

Chapter 35

"Wait what?" I whined.

"I won't be seeing you tomorrow. At least until late in the evening, anyway."

"But why?" I asked.

"I have work, sweetheart. I came here because of the...business. So I need to go."

I glared at him. "You know we have only 4 more days and you're already cutting another day off right?"

"I know," he sighed and moved closer to me. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

He leant in and placed a soft, chaste kiss on my lips. We had spent the entire day indoors today, just watching movies with Bree and basically, cuddling and talking about stuff. Xavier didn't mind cuddling. In fact, he was the one who always initiated it. As the days passed by, I realized that he was actually a really soft teddy bear of a person with a cold and emotionless exterior reared by the traumatic experiences he had gone through.

We had gotten close. And he was not afraid to pull me close to him, not any more. He didn't hold back and gave me everything I wanted from him. We didn't speak about what would happen after we got back. We avoided the subject like it was a plague.

And now, it was night and he was just leaving, when he released the news that he was not going to be seeing me tomorrow. I guess he knew I would be disappointed, that was probably why he had withheld that information for so long.

"Fine," I huffed and leaned up to kiss him again. This time, our kiss lasted longer than usual, him telling me that he didn't really want to attend to his business tomorrow, through his lips.

"Ahem," a cough broke us apart. I looked behind me to see Gran standing there, arms crossed against her chest, with a smile on her face. My cheeks reddened as I turned back to him.

"I'll see you later," hemurmured and with a final kiss on my cheek, he departed.

I turned back to Gran, who motioned me to follow her. We headed into the dining room and Gran took a seat, gesturing for me to do the same. Taking her advice, I plopped down and waited for her to speak.

"Alright. So...I know it's none of my concern, but since I'm so nosy and in desperate need of great grandchildren, especially since I missed most of my your childhood or teen-hood, whatever you would like to call it. People these days call it so many things..."

"Gran." I interrupted, my cheeks still heated. "Get to the point."

"So, I was just curious. To know whether you have actually done it with him."

"Oh my god, no!" I gasped, my face flaming with color.

"What? Why not?" Gran asked and I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"I'm not discussing this with you," I said at once, embarrassment too mortifying to handle.

"Yes you are, young lady. I'm adamant in playing the role of your grandmother and mother together."

"Gran, no," I groaned.

"Tell me. Is he too small?" Gran asked, curiously leaning forward in her seat.

"Heck no!" I exclaimed. "I-I mean, not as if I have actually seen it or anything, but I bet he is anything but small."

Gran smirked. "Then why? Is he not experienced? Can he not bring you to pleasure as much as—"

"Oh my god!" I gasped and ran upstairs, my head hidden in my hands. I heard Gran's laugh behind me and knew that she was doing this on purpose to tease me.

I entered my bedroom and sighed, flopping down onto the bed. Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I dialed a number that I was overly familiar with.