Mirena’s breath hitched in her throat, and in her chest, against her will, her heart sped up, pounding loudly in her ears as she stared at Alexander’s face.
He was close, so close to the extent that she could feel the warmth of his breath brush her skin, so close that her eyes could map out every sharp line of his features.
His eyes—those faded lavender eyes that looked almost silver under certain lights—searched her face slowly, deliberately, as if he were memorizing her all over again.
Then his gaze dropped to her lips. Unconsciously, Mirena licked them.
The action was small, instinctive if anything, but oh so destructive.
For a moment Alexander’s eyes darkened, a muscle ticked at the side of his jaw, like he was fighting hard with something at that very moment.
Then,
