Early in the morning at the hospital.
"Get off me..." Phoebe mumbled, realizing he had been on top of her since waking up.
They were both naked, skin against skin, making her heart race. And this was the hospital—she feared someone might walk in at any moment.
"Phoebe, why were you rejecting me last night? Did I scare you?"
She didn't answer, turning her head away from him. She closed her eyes, her long lashes glistening with tears. He hadn't forced her, yet she felt an inexplicable fear. She could no longer accept him.
Alexander felt a pang of sympathy. He gently cupped her face and kissed away her tears. If he had caused her lasting shadows, he would work to erase the darkness in her heart.
Unable to resist, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly without saying a word, o
