EMMALINE
My heart stumbles.
And I stare at him, unsure whether to scream, or fall apart.
“I’m going to smother you with a pillow in about five seconds if you don’t leave my bed,” I snap, voice tight. It’s all I can manage with the way he looks so comfortable there, like this is exactly where he belongs.
Alexander doesn’t move. He groans instead, low and deep, then turns onto his side and pulls the blankets tighter, burrowing farther in like I haven’t just threatened to murder him.
“You think I’m joking?” I bite out, eyes narrowing. “Because I’m not. I’ve had a long day. I’m tired. And the last thing I want is your arrogant face on my pillow.”
He doesn’t answer—not really. Just exhales heavily, like I’m the one being unreasonable.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Whatever you think th
