XANDER
After a hectic day filled with my parents, Logan, and a stack of urgent documents from work, I was more than relieved to finally head home.
I stepped out of the elevator and into my apartment—over seventy-two hours in New York and I hadn’t even been home. I hadn’t touched my bed, hadn’t breathed in my own space, or shut my eyes for more than a few minutes at a time.
Davin had offered to stay over tonight. I didn’t argue. Mostly because we had a pile of emails to get through at dawn, and I wasn’t in the mood for another Zoom call or FaceTime glitch. He was probably in the guest room already setting up his laptop and charging his phone.
I didn’t waste time. I stripped off my clothes, took a quick shower that felt like a relief, changed into my pajamas, and all but collapsed onto t
