Alexander:
Morning found me already awake.
Not because of duty.
Not because of instinct.
Because Alessia was still pressed against me, warm and soft, her breath steady against my chest. Sunlight filtered faintly through the curtains, catching on her hair, her skin, the gentle rise of her belly beneath my hand.
I could have stayed there all day. And I knew that she would have wanted it too… but she wouldn’t really admit it out loud.
But she shifted, groaning softly. “Alexander… we’re going to be late. And I think that you know that all too well.”
I smiled against her hair. “We don’t have a schedule.”
“We do,” she argued weakly, sitting up, wanting to get out of bed. “You said we’d leave early. And it seems to me that you are enjoying forgetting that part.”
“And we will,” I replied
