XAVIER’S POV
The door clicked shut behind her, and for a moment, I just stood there staring at the empty space she’d been standing in seconds ago. My heart was still hammering in my chest, my palms clammy, and my mind… well, my mind felt like it had been tossed into a blender.
“What the hell just happened?” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair.
My living room felt smaller somehow, like the air had been sucked out. I replayed the whole scene in my head—her showing up at my door, eyes sharp, her voice calm but charged, asking me why I’d been so distant. And then… God help me… me blurting out that I liked her.
I leaned against the wall and let out a low groan.
“Xavier, are you crazy? What was that for?” I scolded myself. “She’s Katrina’s sister, for crying out loud
