FAYE
I pushed open the door to our chambers, feeling the day’s weight still clinging to me like dust, and the first thing I saw was Alexander on the couch. He was half-reclined, laptop balanced on his thighs, eyes narrowed in concentration. The glow of the screen reflected against his cheekbones, highlighting that furrow he got whenever he was buried too deep in work.
“Hey,” I murmured.
He looked up instantly.
The crease between his brows softened, his whole expression warming as he leaned slightly toward me. I kissed his cheek, and he hummed a soft response—barely a sound, more like a quiet acknowledgment that he’d missed me, even if he wasn’t going to say it out loud right now. Then, just as quickly, his attention returned to the laptop.
I walked toward the closet, letting my heels
