Chase’s P.O.V
I barely had time to register the cold air of Alexander’s bedroom before my back hit the mattress.
One second I was stepping across the threshold, hesitant, heart pounding out of sync with my thoughts—and the next, he had pushed me down with a force so graceful it barely made a sound.
For some reason, I felt heat surge from my neck to my face.
His room was dark, the curtains drawn tightly, the air thick with something that didn’t belong to this world. I tried to look around, to see what kind of space the enigma that was my stepbrother called his own, but I couldn’t focus. Not with him leaning over me.
Not with the weight of his body pressing against mine.
His hand was beside my head, fingers curled loosely against the sheets. The other gripped my waist, firm, possessiv
