Alexi is watching me, looking extremely serious and unreadable with a straight brow, standing casually with his shoulder wedged in the frame and leaning in as though it’s keeping him upright. Nothing is evident in his manner, but he isn’t as smoothed out, tailored and smart as usual. His clothes are a little ruffled, his hair unruly in its styling and darkness in his eyes that sends the fear of God through me.

I’m aware of my naked, vulnerable state and pull bubbles in to cover ...