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Xavier tossed his phone onto the mattress with a flick of his wrist, his movements sharp and impatient as if her voice were a buzzing insect he was tired of swatting.

Chloe fumbled with the sleek, cold device. The lock screen stared back at her, demanding a code. "Password?"

Xavier closed his eyes, his voice flat. "My birthday."

Chloe paused, her thumb hovering over the keypad