Alexander woke up, feeling a soft body draped against him and the same scent he has slept on. He did not move a bit, just thinking while the afternoon heat shines through the room. They are sweaty on the sheets but Lucy does not mind. She clings to him like she has no plans of parting.
He took his time roaming his eyes around the room, noting where every item was placed and the windows and the door's location. His lodging could fit right into her room and there would still be more space. She has said this wasn’t really hers and she just moved into this room a few years ago. Therefore, it is safe to assume that this is once owned by Lance Salvatore—the one who had supported and aided her when her sister—Jane—died.
He glanced at the woman who is basically on top of him with her limbs wrapp
