"Is he sleepwalking?" Xavier asked himself.
Because how could someone who had just been sleeping suddenly wake up and start undressing like that?
That was completely out of the ordinary.
Xavier took a slow breath as he tried to block out Asher's scent, but it forced itself through his nostrils and down his throat, creeping into his head like a curse.
His body trembled.
So did his mouth.
Even his hands refused to stay still.
He wanted to ask what was going on, to question what exactly Asher was doing, but the moment he lifted his hand, about to speak, he stopped himself and slowly let it drop.
Then he looked away.
Asher had made him angry.
He should know Xavier was pissed.
That was what he wanted, wasn't it?
Because how could he say something like that?
To everyone else, they all believed Xavier didn't have feelings.
But with Asher, things had always been different.
