As soon as Xavier closed the door behind him, he headed straight for his office a few rooms down. Freya's scent mixed with his still filled his nose and it took every bit of self-control in him to give her space.
His head wasn't in the right space and his primal instincts were trying to take control. Trying to return to the source of calmness that drove the darkness away.
He ran a gloved hand through his hair in frustration before dropping it to his pants pocket. Out of habit he searched for his pack of smokes, only to realize that in the chaos he had left them in the kitchen.
Shit! Xavier cursed to himself, storming to his office.
As soon as he got there, he headed straight for his desk, ripping the top drawer open to find his extra stash of cigarettes. He quickly grabbed a pack and lighter, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
