Alexis
I gazed at Alex, taking in his calm, sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, lost in his dreams, a beautiful sight.
My lover.
He lay on his side, and his chest rose and fell in a soft, steady rhythm. His hair added a certain ruggedness to him, making him more captivating. Even in his sleep, he held a quiet beauty. The sheets were loosely draped over him, wrinkled from our time together.
The TV flickered softly on my side of the bed, but I'd turned down the volume, respecting the silence he seemed to crave. I snuck in the blanket, but my gaze drifted back to Alex.
Yes, Byron was handsome and more refined, his looks polished and groomed to perfection, but Alex had this natural, effortless charm. His rough edges, that bit of wildness, made him endlessly attractive.
I watched him,
