Sophia Moore's POV

Xavier's touch still burned on my skin, the heat of it refusing to fade. I shivered involuntarily.

I changed out of my clothes and opened the door to the hallway. The lights blinked on with a soft hum, triggered by motion—and in their glow, I saw him.

Tall. Still. Waiting.

I stopped breathing for a second.

He was still here.

I'd assumed he left. After the way he acted—cold, detached, like ...