After composing herself, Mirena stepped out of the changing room. As she walked out, her mind still lingered on her earlier thought and her first instinct was to glance at Alexander’s hands.
They were tucked casually into the pockets of his trousers as he discussed something with Pedro.
For a second, a brief feeling flickered in her chest. Disappointment? Relief?
She wasn't quite sure which it was and quite honestly, she didn’t know what she’d expected.
Alexander getting hurt for her? As simple as that sounded, that was the hardest thing to happen in this world.
Perhaps, eight years ago, it would have happened, but now, the Alexander of current, it was hard to believe he'd done something like that.
The realization, even though she'd known before, still managed to put a
