Xavier's POV
It was while I was angrily tapping my pen, contemplating my life choices, that the floorboard creaked on the other side of my study door. Normally, when I looked up and found her peeking in at me, she would hightail it back to her room. It was a surprise when she gently opened the door a few inches, gazing in at me curiously with those big caramel eyes.
Her hair was dripping wet, the wet brush I'd bought her clutched in her fingers.
It dawned on me that I'd told her to come to me after she washed her hair. It also dawned on me that I'd told her to do that just before receiving a scolding from Poala about late night room visits. Gazing over at her squirming form, taking in her obvious discomfort as she waited for my okay to come in, there was moment of internal struggle.
