Alexander's pov
We were sitting in the kitchen in this crazy domestic picture that I was sure that I would never be part of. I sat on one of the bar stools with her in my lap. As strange and new as this was, at the same time, it felt like it was always supposed to be this way. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, perfectly complimenting one another and sliding in together without any sort of resistance or friction. Even if there was a quiet voice, deep inside of me, that told me to snap out of it. We had to put some distance between us, but I couldn't do that. I could not release her even if I tried to. Not only that, but I didn't want to. This felt so right, and so I shut it up, ignoring each and every thought of reason in my mind. I was not going to release her, even if it was just f
