After we stopped kissing, we were silent. Alexander’s thumb stroked my jaw slowly as he studied my face, his eyes still stormy with the kind of emotions I wasn’t used to having someone direct at me. 

“I think I forgot how to breathe,” I whispered, only half joking. 

He smiled against my lips. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“No promises.” I bit my lip, feeling the warmth bloom in my chest all over again. 

We lingered there for another second, lips barely brushing, before he ...