Xavier's POV
It was unbearable to watch Ashlyn and Evan getting along so effortlessly. Seeing him feed her cookie made my blood boil. If he weren’t my brother, I might have done something I’d regret.
Standing on the porch of the treehouse, I stared out at the falling snow. The cold bit at my skin, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. Every fiber of me wanted to go back to the main house, to be near her. But I knew that seeing her with Evan would only tear me apart further.
With a heavy sigh, I stepped inside the red room. My gaze fell on a box in the corner filled with new b**m equipment.
When she came to me, I didn't want her to use old items. I wanted to give her full pleasure with newness.
However, with the turn of events, the sight of it fueled my frustration. Bef
