“Look at me.” Fingers grasped my chin and notched it up. Xavier’s eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare. “You have nothing to be jealous of. I mentioned Ayana because I was just talking to Luca and that was at the top of my mind. It doesn’t have anything to do with how I feel toward her because I don’t feel anything.” “She’s a supermodel. Everyone feels something toward her.” “I don’t,” he said. “I don’t care how beautiful or famous someone is, Luna. None of them hold a candle to you.”
