FAYE
I woke up with my face buried halfway into Alexander’s pillow, the scent of him warm and familiar against my cheek.
For a second, I forgot I’d fallen asleep last night feeling frustrated—no, irritated was the better word. Irritated that he’d practically ignored me. Irritated that he’d gone quiet and careful and… distant. I had fallen asleep wanting him, and he had acted completely unaffected.
When I finally blinked my eyes open, the first thing I saw was him.
Fully dressed. Looking annoyingly good in a white T-shirt and joggers. Sitting on the couch with his laptop open, brows slightly furrowed as he typed, like one of those magazine covers about “effortlessly handsome men pretending to work.”
I stared at him for a moment, the irritation from last night stretching inside me like
