ALEXANDER’S POV
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her….towel slipping from her body, lips parted beneath mine, her fingers gripping my back like she never wanted to let go.
I’d been so close to losing control last night. So close to giving in to the need I’d been holding back for weeks. But the moment I saw that flicker of uncertainty in her eyes…barely there, but real, I knew I had to stop.
She’d been through too much. The last thing I wanted was to become someone else she had to survive.
When I stepped into the kitchen the next morning, the smell hit me first. Eggs, toast, coffee. And there she was, standing by the stove, hair up in a loose bun, wearing one of the shirts I'd had my stylist pick out for her. It hung off one shoulder, soft and casua
