Chapter 67

• How on earth did Xavier expect me to find a semblance of peace and sleep after what he had just shared? The thought of our minds connecting during the shift was utterly terrifying. He had mentioned that while he could block his thoughts from me, ultimately, he would still have access to my innermost feelings. The mere idea of him uncovering my little crush on him sent a shiver down my spine. I could already envision the self-satisfied grin that would spread across his face once we transitioned back, followed by him asking, "So, you think I'm handsome?"
• Oh, Goddess, would I ever be able to look him in the eye again after tonight? I knew I had to occupy my mind with other distractions, to keep my thoughts from drifting toward him and my embarrassing feelings.
• And then, there was the most daunting revelation of all—the understanding that my most fundamental instincts would overtake me. Xavier had more or less implied that I would lose all semblance of control. Would I still be myself? Would I still possess my own thoughts, or would they fade away?