ALEXANDER
I don’t sleep.
Not even a little.
She’s lying across from me, curled up beneath the blankets, her hair spilling over the pillow, her breathing soft and steady. She’d been cold, ice cold, after I told her we weren’t going to finish what we started. She didn’t say a word, just got up and grabbed a pillow and blanket, moving stiffly to the couch without looking back.
And maybe I deserve that.
But I meant what I said.
I wasn’t going to f**k her. Not like this. Not when I still taste the hatred in her voice from the words she’d angrily flung at me. Not until she wants me again, not until she says it.
Even if it kills me.
Eventually, her breathing evens out. I glance over my shoulder and see her curled up tightly on the couch, arms folded against her chest, legs drawn in like s
