FAYE
When Alexander turned to face me, his eyes had that quiet depth that always made me feel seen...not judged, not questioned, just… seen.
I half expected him to still be distant after the way I brushed him off earlier, but he wasn’t. He just looked calm...the kind of calm that was both grounding and unnerving at once.
He reached out, his fingers brushing my arm lightly, as if testing whether it was safe to close the distance. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m not mad, okay?”
I didn’t even realize how tense I’d been until the moment he said it.
“I know,” I murmured, though the guilt in my chest made the words feel heavier than they should’ve.
Then, just when I thought the atmosphere between us might turn serious again, he tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a small, teasing s
