Alessia:
The hotel door clicked shut behind us, and the sound felt heavier than it should have.
Safe, but shaken.
I leaned back against the door for a second, pressing my palm to the wood, breathing in slowly. My heart was still racing, my skin still crawling with the echo of a touch that shouldn’t have existed.
Alexander didn’t speak at first.
And I knew that he had a lot to say. Me hiding the fact that Lucien was there, not calling for him… I knew that it angered him more than he was letting out.
He set the keys down with controlled precision, then turned to me. His eyes searched my face like he was cataloguing every tremor, every crack I hadn’t managed to hide.
“You’re still scared,” he said quietly. “And you are still trying to keep it to yourself.”
I tried to deny it. I really
