Emily's car screeched to a halt before Xander's house, the headlights illuminating the darkened exterior.
She burst from the car, doors slamming shut behind her. Fingers flying, she punched the doorbell again and again.
The chime shattered the night's silence, reverberating through the darkness.
The door creaked open, its hinges squeaking in protest.
Xander stood before her, his rumpled T-shirt clinging to his chest, pants sagging low on his hips.
His hair sprang out in every direction, and dark shadows underscored his eyes, weighed down by the remnants of sleep.
He planted himself firmly in the entrance, arms crossed, legs shoulder-width apart, forming an unyielding barrier between Emily and the interior.
"How did you find my address?" Xander demanded, his voice razor-sharp.
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