I rushed into the bathroom, my fingers fumbling against the fabric of his clothes as I peeled them off in record time. Alexander was already out in the living room when I stepped out fully dressed. His brows were knitted, the car keys twirling around his fingers. 

“You ready?” he asked. 

I nodded, tightening my ponytail. “Yeah. Let’s go.” 

We didn’t waste a second. Alexander didn’t say much, but his grip on the wheel spoke volumes. His jaw was clenched, knuckles pale ...