The moment, Thomas, Alex’s driver, rang the horn outside, Alex turned to me like he didn’t want to leave. He stood by the door with his shirt buttoned halfway and his jacket slung lazily over his shoulder like he wasn’t in a hurry to be a billionaire CEO again.
“Don’t miss me too much,” he said as he grinned like he hadn’t just wrecked every wall I’d put around my heart.
“I’ll try not to,” I whispered while knowing I would.
He leaned in and brushed a kiss on my lips and I sighed. The kiss was not rushed. It was not demanding either. Just... warm. Intimate. As if his lips had memorized mine for years.
How he could kiss in such profound manner was totally beyond me.
Even as I thought about that, he kissed my forehead, smoothed back my hair, and gave me a look so intense I had to hold
