“But you don't have-” Xavier's voice shuts down when you find a photo of you falling out from over of his notebooks. You had insisted to clean up your stepson’s room so you could bond well together since you were dating his dad. The only thing you could hear in the whole empty house except you two was the sound of your breathing. Xavier quickly picked up the photo from the floor making you think you were mistaken.

“You don't need to help me. Please don't touch my stuff,” he says looking away.