Victoria's P.O.V.
Waking up to the chirping of birds, followed by two rigid knocks, I stood up from my bed. Making my way over to the door, still sleepy, I opened it, only to find a half-naked Alexander standing there. His eyes, initially sharp, softened with a hint of lust.
Only then did I realize that the oversized shirt I had worn since last night had risen up, exposing my lavender lace panties. I quickly pulled the shirt down, probably his, and brushed my hair with my fingers haphazardly due to his intimidating stance. I looked at him with a small, shy smile.
He coughed once and looked at me again, this time stringently. His lust-filled dark orbs reverted to their usual stoic grey. I was confused. Is he angry with me for last night? Did he judge my kissing skills? For my first kiss,
