Reborn: Married to Your Greatest Enemy
The clock on the nightstand read that it was three in the morning.
Realizing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, I wrapped my silk robe tightly around myself and quietly left the room, heading down the dimly lit hallway to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
I stopped at the entrance.
Xavier was there. He had clearly just gotten home. His suit jacket was gone, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the top buttons of his white shirt were undone. He was leaning against the counter, downing a glass of whiskey, looking completely restless, sharp, and dangerous in the quiet night.