Alexander’s POV
I’m sitting on the bed, looking around the room. It’s built just like the setting of the guest room in my apartment. It feels strangely homely, as though it’s my own room. But there’s this vague anxiety at the thought that Sophia is so near.
I can’t help but remember the moment I shared with her earlier. I could tell she was affected by my presence, and I was tempted to kiss her right then. But who knew she would run off so suddenly?
I reach out to touch my lips, imagining how her lips would feel on mine. I remember them to be soft and supple when I kissed her the other night. I loved it, and I really want to kiss her again. Maybe some day when the kids are not near and she isn’t so cold to me anymore.
Speaking of cold, I can’t help but rub my arms. The ventilator is on
