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The evening had dragged on in that uniquely chaotic way only my family could manage, filled with generous helpings of Mom's famous casserole and a horrifying never-ending stream of embarrassing as hell childhood stories of mine that had Xavier listening with polite interest while I fidgeted in my seat and wished I could just drop dead.
I suppose I should be glad Mom didn't bring out the family picture book, I DID NOT want Xavier to see how horrid I looked before I presented as an omega as a preteen.
But as the plates were finally cleared and the clock crept past a reasonable hour, I caught his eye with a meaningful glance, ready to make our excuses and slip back into the world of city lights.
The drive home would be long, but at least it would give me a chance to sort through the whirlwind of feelings this visit had stirred up.
