Alex jerks away from me at Taylor’s words.
“I told you I’d come!” Alisha’s lyrical voice travel’s up the stairs.
Alex stares at me in shock for a second longer, then he pushes me off of his lap and stands up beside the bed.
My skin feels chilled where his hands had been. I unconsciously reach my hand up to touch my lips, where Alex had kissed moments ago, but as soon as I realize what I’m doing, I jerk my hand down to my lap. I busy myself with adjusting my skirt, and I wish again that Taylor had allowed me more fabric to cover more of my legs. I wrap my arms around myself, and look up at Alex. I feel exposed, even though I’m fully dressed.
Alex looks down at me, his shoulders tense. His expression is unreadable, but conflicted. After a moment, he says, “I have to go,” and walks around
