Chloe
The only sound in the room was the ticking clock and our breathing.
I wanted to say something, but it was like my voice had forgotten how to function. I just stared at him, heart pounding, words slipping away.
Run away?
Was that what he thought I was doing?
I wasn’t even sure what I had been trying to do. Maybe I just needed air. Maybe I wanted to avoid the reality of waking up in his bed, naked, tangled up with a man who looked at me like I was both his challenge and his reward.
My mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Um… good morning, Alexander. How are you?”
God, what a stupid question.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
I looked away quickly, cheeks burning. Seriously, Chloe? This was ridiculous. Since when did I get shy? Where the hell had all that confidence
