ALEXANDER
I’ve spent the entire day trying to keep myself occupied—because staying busy leaves little room for thought.
And right now, more than anything, I need to stop thinking. But in moments like this, when I pause, when I finally take a breath, I’m ambushed by memories of her. How she tastes.
How she feels pressed against me. The sounds she makes, the way her body yields beneath my touch.
It’s maddening.
“Are you listening to me?”
Enzo’s voice cuts through the haze. I blink, yanked back to the present as images of Emmaline dissolve in the harsh light of my office.
“What? Yes. I’m listening.”
Enzo narrows his eyes, that familiar knowing look settling across his face. “What’re you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly, leaning back in my chair. “Just considering my next
