SELENA'S POV
I stirred slowly, stretching my arms as a soft yawn escaped my lips. For a moment I didn't even remember where I was.
Then I turned. And froze.
My eyes landed directly on his face. Alexander Blackwood, right there, inches away, lying on his side and facing me. Peaceful. Calm. Not the arrogant, cold, impossible man I had come to know, but something softer. Something human.
His lashes rested lightly against his cheeks, his breathing even, his lips slightly parted. There was no tension in his face, no sharp edge anywhere in his expression. Just quiet.
My chest tightened unexpectedly. Why does he look like this when he sleeps?
I found myself staring longer than I should have, eyes tracing his jawline, the faint shadow of his stubble, the way his hair fell slightly over his
