DANGER

"See? You're not even flinching even I'm this close to you. So how can you say that you hate being touched by me?" Xavier withdrew himself as he speaks.

He sat on the edge of the bed while Dwight was dressed. Raven, on the other hand, simply stood up to return the lotion bottle he was holding onto the top of the cabinet. He then cleared his throat to talk.

"I also ask myself why sometimes, I notice that I'm alright when the two of us are close, sir. But I also thought that maybe it's because of Dwight."

"Dwight? Why? Because I left my pheromones with Dwight? And your body is getting used to it even though you can't smell my pheromones?" Xavier asked with a frown.

"Maybe."

"That's great if so, but what I'm more curious about is why you hate being touched by me?"