Chapter Seventeen .
Xenaryas Point Of View .
The sensation rippled through me like the warmth of a fireplace on a frigid night—a tingling spark that seemed to originate deep within my core . Every muscle in my body unconsciously tightened as I snuggled closer to Alexandros . The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest sent me deeper into this state of bliss.
Still caught between the realms of sleep and wakefulness , I opened my eyes just enough to realize where I was — or more importantly, whose arms I was wrapped in . I felt like a moth too close to the flame, irresistibly drawn yet aware of the danger . I remembered asking Alexandros to keep me company last night; it was a request spoken in vulnerability, but now the morning light revealed the awkward reality .
The moment is electric,
