I lingered in the bathroom connected to this spacious corner bedroom for as long as I possibly could in hopes that Xander would be asleep by the time I emerged. But as the door would come open and he would lift his eyes to me from over the brim of a book, he seemed both in wait for me and indifferent to me. I despised how he could get under my skin with such innocuous motions as I didn’t want him to lust for me or continue making advances to me, but the fact he was seemingly ‘tolerating’ me was enough to drive insanity away from my usual sanity. Along with this frustration of his lack of focus to me came the chivalry that seemed out of character to someone so vulgarly aggressive in his sexuality. As I expected he would use this single bed trope as an excuse to try and fondle me beneath the
