Alexi read my journals, so it would only be fair to read what might be an insight into his head, somehow though I know he wouldn’t like it, even if he has already been there and done that. It’s a step too far to take that knowledge for myself. He trusts me enough to tell me about this stuff.

I let it go, sort the books back into place and get up quickly, leaving it be and knowing it’s the right choice. He will let me read it on his terms if he wants me to see it. I don’t glance ...