Chapter 77

Xavier's hand emerged from underneath the blanket, gently brushing my hair away from my face as if he were handling something precious. His touch was delicate, sending ripples of warmth across my skin. He began to weave stories about the human world, each word drawing me in.

His voice was captivating, sending delightful shivers through me as he described the absurdities of their lives—how their obsession with social media often led to self-destruction, showcasing the ridiculous videos they aired for all to see.

Amidst one of his amusing tales, Steve's bed suddenly squeaked loudly, disrupting the moment. A pained expression flickered across Xavier's face as the sounds of passionate moans seeped through the walls. I couldn't help but giggle, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming me. The bed creaked again, followed by an echoing thud of wood against the wall.

"Will you two knock it off? People are trying to sleep!" Connor shouted, breaking the tension. I erupted