I finally fell asleep after what felt like forever. Maybe because of the pretty boy sleeping in my arms.
Alex breathed softly against my chest, his body warm and relaxed. I’d expected him to be restless, maybe even afraid after what happened, but instead, he slept like he trusted me. Like the chaos outside these walls couldn’t reach him here.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Because every time he moved, every time his leg brushed mine, my body responded like I’d been waiting my whole life for this kind of torture.
Then he shifted again, pressing a little too close, and I swore under my breath.
“I know you’re awake,” I murmured, my voice rough, lips brushing his ear. “Stop pretending.”
He smiled without opening his eyes. “I wasn’t pretending.”
His voice came out soft, teasing, the k
