SELENA'S POV
It had been three days since that night on the bridge, since Alexander broke open in front of me, since the truth spilled out of him like something he'd been choking on for years.
And somehow, things felt different. Not perfect, not even close. But lighter, like the air around him had quietly shifted. He was still Alexander, cold and controlled to the world, but with me there was warmth now. Small, quiet warmth, the kind you don't notice until you realize you've stopped freezing.
I saw it in the way his fingers lingered a little longer when they touched mine, without guilt snapping them back. In the way his gaze softened, just slightly, when he thought I wasn't looking. In the way he no longer pulled away the moment I got close. It wasn't much. But it was everything.
"You'
