There was a soft knock on the door. One tap. Two. Three. A long pause before someone cleared their throat.
Xavier hauled himself away from me. Bastian released his grip on my arms and I almost plummeted to the floor in front of me. All of my limbs were weak. Wobbled from the effort to stand.
I spun around, facing the door head on and backed up. My knees hit the side of the couch and I sat down rather ungracefully. From the corner of my eye I saw Xavier smirk. It took every ounce of my self-control not to flip him off. Instead, I wrapped one leg over the other.
Bastian collected himself within the span of a heartbeat. He pulled the door open, face already falling into a mask of irritation. His hulking frame blocked me from seeing whoever it was on the other side. But tense lines curved
