Xavier's POV
I caught it, staring up at her as she jumped off the bed, now fully intent on escaping the room like she'd just seen a ghost. The door was practically begging her to make a run for it, but I wasn't about to let her off that easily. She couldn't just act like everything that happened last night didn't matter.
I was still recovering from the sheer violence of her kick. What did she think? That I'd jump her just because she was drunk? This wasn't some romance movie. I wasn't going to take advantage of her when she was in that state.
But apparently, I was still guilty of something, according to her.
