it wasn’t until the fourth or fifth time her fist hit the door that xander woke up from what felt like the deepest sleep he’d had in awhile . still dark , maybe two or three in the morning , but could hear the faint sound of music coming from down the stairs , reminding him why he’d put the lock on his door in the first place . none of his brothers had any sense of fucking time and as a senior , only a few papers away from graduating , he was well past the days of staying up all night nursing a fifth of liquor . “ somebody better be dead , ” he bellows , pushing himself onto his feet and sauntering over to the knob , giving it a twist and pulling it open with the confidence of finding a shorter , less attractive version of his old self standing behind it . but that’s not what finds at all , instead a sweet mascara stained face that wakes up his senses almost instantly . “ what the fuck happened ? ”
