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I didn't sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, the hallway found me again. The dim floor lights, the heavy heat coming off Xavier's chest, his palm planted against the wall beside my head... and that quiet, lethal voice.
Because I don't like the way he looks at you.
I rolled over for the hundredth time, staring blankly at the shadows on my ceiling. He was just being controlling. Overprotective. Possessive for reasons I still couldn't understand. Thatβs what I kept telling myself.
So why was my heart racing like Iβd just run a mile every time his words repeated in my head?
By seven in the morning, I gave up on sleep entirely, showered, and headed downstairs. My plan was simple: get in, grab something quick, and leave for campus before anyone else woke up.
I walked into
