I lace my fingers through the hand he is holding me with and use my other hand to wrap ours together snugly, dropping my shoes at my feet, suddenly feeling insecure with the mention of that Marianne bitch and needing his touch. I use my toes to draw patterns in the grass as I wait for him, so I’m not staring his way and making my upset obvious while lightly swinging his arm with me from side to side. Alexi’s eyes are on me, watching me amuse myself, his expression softening slightly as ...