Time stopped.
Sasha's hand froze between her legs, the sound of her own name still trembling on her lips.
And there he was.
Xavier Blackwood.
Standing in the doorway.
Motionless.
Watching.
Her heart stuttered violently against her ribs as panic clawed its way into her throat.
She yanked the towel up in one terrified, breathless movement — too late. Far too late. Her flushed skin, her parted legs, the desperation in her moan — he had seen it all.
“X-Xavier…”
Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.
His eyes didn’t move. Not from her.
Not from the towel that barely covered her.
Not from the place where her thighs were still trembling.
His chest rose and fell like a man barely breathing.
“I—I didn’t know—I thought the door was—”
Locked.
It wasn’t.
She never checked.
“I didn’t m
