To my utter surprise, Alexander allows himself to relax to the point he drifts off to sleep with his head buried into my pillows. Lying on his back, he seems completely out of touch with anything surrounding him. His face, for the first time I have ever known him, seems relaxed. There is a faint, barely there smile on his lips as he sleeps and I find myself too fascinated by it to fall asleep.
So I spent a good chunk of the night watching him.
The tip of my fingers brush over his chest slowly, tracing the shape of his muscles. The blanket comes all the way up to his stomach and I don't dare to be indecent and slip my hand underneath it, despite the fact that we spend half the night f*****g like animals. I don't think I would ever have the confidence to say we did that out loud. No one
