Family Business

14. Shower Thoughts

**Xavier POV**

She took off down the hallway, and I don't even know where she suddenly got the sobriety to run like that. I took off after her, cinching my arms around her tiny waist and lifting her into the air to stop her. She laughed loudly, drunkenly, curling her legs up while I carried her to a guest room right next to mine. She was so light, it made it real easy to pick her up. "Fuck, you are a runner. Axton warned me, but I didn't think you were in any state to run like that."

"Axtoooon," she slurred drunkenly, making a pit of jealousy settle in my chest as I set her down near the bed, along with her bag, "where is Axton?"

"He never stays at home after the dinners, when he knows our parents are all here. Why, you want him?"

"No," she said firmly, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I really did not think I could handle hearing her drunkenly ask for my brother, "I want to shower." I perked up at that, watching her dig through her bag for some shower supplies and pajamas.

"I don't know if you're in a state to shower right now. You might just want to get to bed."

"I can do it," her voice was so sloppy, no doubt she was going to fucking kill herself in there. She pulled the tie from her hair, letting it fall all around her, "I smell like chlorine. I have to shower."

I watched as she swayed to the bathroom, swinging the door shut but not fully closing it. I closed the main door to the bedroom instead, hearing the shower turn on. I better stay here to make sure she's okay.... No other reasons. I sat on the bed, pulling her bag toward me and peaking inside. I pulled out a pair of her panties, finding the matching bra pretty quick. Fuck me... I pressed them to my nose, her laundry detergent filling my senses. How sick can I be, to be wishing desperately they were used. I dropped them back in her bag, still rifling through her things. Looks like she had some kind of multivitamin and... I kind of froze up when I saw the familiar flat blue pack of pills. I pulled it out and carefully slid it out of the package. A week of pills gone, the last one being today, Saturday. A thousand thoughts filled my head, some much less pure than others. Did she fuck someone between the trip and now? How long has she been on birth control? Why?

I heard a commotion and her yelp in the bathroom, quickly sliding the pills back in the case and burying it in her bag to go check on her. I swung the door open to see all her soaps and shit on the floor, the shower running, and her... disappointingly, still in her bikini. Not that it wasn't so sexy to see her like that, her perfect body so nicely shown off. Looks like all she managed to do was take off her makeup. She was leaned against the wall, so, so drunk. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten her so many drinks. I was just hoping that.... I know, I know. So fucked up.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"It's hooootttt," she whined, and I walked over to adjust the shower to a normal temperature and pick up her things, setting them on the tile bench in the shower before turning back to her.

"You want help?"

"No, I can shower myself," I don't know, babe. You look pretty fucking blitzed. I pulled her off the wall, steadying her as she looked up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes.

"Here. I'll get you started." I pulled the strings on her bikini top, letting it fall off her. She let out the most adorable whine as protest, trying to cover her perfect, perky tits, but there was too much of them and it spilled from the top and bottom of her arms.