Chapter Eighteen
Alexa
The curtains blew in the cool breeze as I lay in my bed tossing and turning—wanting. I threw the blanket to the floor, I’d had enough of it wrapping around my body, constricting me, holding me prisoner. I yearned to be free.
The door moved and my eyes darted over to it. I watched as a shadowy figure moved into my bedroom. I stayed still, not sure if I should act as if I was asleep or not.
As the figure moved closer to my bed, it became clear by the broad shoulders exactly who had come to visit in the night. But what he’d come for I had yet to determine.
Perhaps he’d only come to my bedside to check on me, to make sure everything was okay. Or maybe he’d also grown tired of waiting for what was rightfully his for the taking.
Me.
For the longest time, the figure
