Stormy POV
Alex shut the door and it vibrated in the house. I was cuddled up in the living room near the warm fire. I’d been waiting for him for hours. I thought about heading back to the institute.
“Hey you’re here,” Alex said.
I got up and wrapped myself around him. He picked me up and carried me to the couch.
He kissed my neck. “You look warm.”
“You have good taste in clothes,” I said.
He chuckled and smoothed my hair backwards. I picked out a warm fluffy white top and navy blue leggings. He ran his hand over my thigh repeatedly. It was therapeutic.
“You look beautiful, Hurricane.”
“Stop it. You’ll make me blush. Everyone’s at the Keg tonight so I have time.”
“Don’t feel like drinking?”
“Ugh, I’m a horrible lightweight.”
“I figured.”
“What’s wrong you sound so off. Did some
