The next morning, Phoebe woke up to find herself lying in bed.
Had Alexander brought her back? She turned over, trying to recall what had happened last night.
But as she shifted, she felt a sudden chill under the covers. She pulled them back, only to realize she was completely naked underneath.
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
How did she end up without clothes? She didn't usually sleep like this!
Then, the sound of running water from the bathroom shattered her thoughts, making her head spin. She quickly grabbed some clothes and, barefoot and still unclothed, rushed toward the bathroom. She pushed the door open gently.
Inside, the mist from the shower hung in the air, and standing beneath it was Alexander—his body, sculpted and smooth, the kind of physique that could drive any woman
