Chapter 10

Quinn glared at him. Why was Xavier making such suggestive sounds?

"I'm sorry. I wasn't able to hold it in for a while there."

Quinn was left speechless.

With skilled moves, he disinfected her wound and bandaged it wound up. After he was done, he looked at her with a deep gaze.

"I've treated your wound. Now, what about mine? Shouldn't you help me with mine too?" The fact was, he was fully capable of dealing with his wound himself, but he wanted her to help him with it.

A malicious glint flashed in Quinn's eyes before she nodded. "Alright. I'll help you." She got up from the couch and pushed him onto it instead.

"Take your shirt off," she commanded.

"You take it off for me. My wound hurts." Xavier sat on the couch, exuding a dominating air.

He had a deep pair of eyes, giving off the illusion that he was always looking at everyone and everything affectionately.

Quinn flexed her fingers before smirking. "Sure!" Then, she wormed her way between his legs and ripped his shirt down