I pulled off my coat, my hands fumbling with Alexander's belt, the alcohol clouding my judgment.
He grabbed my wrists, stopping me, his eyes full of desire, his breath ragged. "Do you know who I am?"
"A-Alexander," I slurred, squirming against him, my body craving his touch.
Alexander picked me up, his voice rough, his hands firm on my thighs. "Not here, baby. Be good."
*****
He drove fast, the window rolled down, cold air blowing in my face, trying to sober me up.
He glanced over at me every few minutes, a worried look in his eyes, like he was afraid I'd disappear again.
When we got to his place, he carried me inside, whispering in my ear as he set me down on his couch. "Kiss me, Vivian."
Hours later, I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow, exhausted.
In my dreams, I fel
