XAVIER'S POV

Steam curled around me as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on my waist, my hair still dripping. I rubbed the back of my neck as I reached for my phone on the sink counter, the screen lighting up with endless notifications—Instagram tags, Twitter mentions, message alerts, news pings.

I frowned.

Thirty-three missed notifications in just ten minutes?

What the hell?

I tapped the first one and instantly, my entire feed exploded with chaos. Videos. Threads. Heated ...