Xavier's POV
Evan and Emily were squirming on the floor. Both had flushed faces, their hands still gripping at each other’s collars, glaring like children. Their pajamas were rumpled and crooked. Evan’s hair stuck out in wild directions, his shirt slightly stretched at the collar. Emily’s pajama top was twisted, one sleeve halfway up her arm, and her hair was a disheveled mess. It was a scene of pure chaos and immaturity.
My gaze was still fixed on their heated argument when Ashlyn shoved me away and got on her feet. As she rearranged her disheveled appearance, I came to the sense of what I was doing.
Clearing my throat, I strid toward the twins. Without a word, I grabbed them both by their collars, before pulling them up. Then I dragged them out of the room.
“What do you two think
