ALEXANDER'S POV
I smiled when Rubby crawled back to the bed at midnight. She wasn't used to sleeping on the couch, aside from that, it was terribly cold, and the couch was directly in front of the big window.
The next morning, I sat on the couch, already dressed and ready for the day, watching Rubby as she mumbled in her sleep.
She was curled up on the bed, her brows furrowed as if she were deep in a dream, occasionally grumbling nonsense.
"Mmm… no, I… that’s mine… don’t touch my—" she muttered, swatting the air.
I smirked, she was so cute. But what the hell was she dreaming about?
I leaned forward, resting my elbow on my knee, silently replaying last night’s events in my mind.
The moment she refused to share the bed, the way she grumbled on the couch, and eventually, how she ended
