Desire doesn’t wait for daylight.
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Lily’s POV
"I'm sorry I'm late," Alex said as he sank into the sofa like he’d been fighting the world and finally made it back to his throne. "Something came up at the last minute."
I stared at him, trying to decipher if he was saying the truth or stuck in between someone’s legs.
"It's fine," I muttered, trying to sound convincing.
It wasn't fine. Not even close. But I'd already played the evening over in my head so many times, I didn't have the energy to add more tension.
I sat perched at the edge of the bed like a guest in my own room, toes barely grazing the floor.
Across from me, he stretched out, legs spread, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the line of his throat exposed. He was relaxed, effortlessly in control.
Meanwhile, I'd been pacing,
