Chapter 872 Impulsive Vow To An Enigmatic Husband

• During the chillier months, he had stocked up on all sorts of cozy mittens for her, but when they were together, his broad palms were her best source of warmth. Zavier tightened his grip and said, “Let’s go see a doctor." At that, Skyler panicked, clutching at Zavier’s shirt. “Are you hurt?" Zavier caught her fumbling hands and said, “Other girls’ hands aren’t as cold as yours. That’s not normal, so I thought we should have a doctor check you out." His words were full of concern, but Skyler fixated on the wrong detail: “Zavier, have you been holding other girls’ hands?"
• Zavier, completely baffled, stammered, “When have I ever held another girl’s hand?" Skyler pressed, “If you haven’t held another girl’s hand, how would you know their hands are warm?” She was letting her imagination run wild. Zavier couldn’t help but laugh, though thinking about her jealousy suddenly brightened his mood. “Scaredy-cat, you only act tough with me." Skyler insisted, “Answer my question; no changing the subject." With a firm but gentle pull, Zavier drew her into his embrace, wrapping her in his coat. “I asked a doctor. That’s how I know." Snuggled against him, she listened to his steady heartbeat and nuzzled closer. “Don’t lie to me." Zavier leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, then found her lips, whispering, “Except for your hand, I don’t hold any girl’s hand." Skyler murmured, “Me neither."
• Her voice was soft, her cheeks flushed, but Zavier heard her loud and clear, his heart warming at her words, “What did you say?" Skyler deflected, “I’m hungry." This tactic had always worked on Zavier, but not today. “Tell me, what did you just say?" “You know,” Skyler said, her voice whispering. Zavier persisted, “But I want to hear you say it." “Except for your hand, I won’t hold any other boy’s hand,” she finally confessed. Zavier was overjoyed, lifting Skyler into his arms. Startled, Skyler protested, “We’re still at school; don’t get carried away." Zavier teased, “So it’s okay to get carried away when we’re not at school?" Before she could respond, Zavier whispered in her ear, “I wish you were graduating tomorrow." Skyler sighed. “It’s still more than a year away." Zavier’s voice was husky. “Skyler, I can’t wait another second."