Alexander’s POV

I woke up to the feel of Leah’s fingers tracing patterns on my chest. The morning light poured into the room through sheer curtains, and everything felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from. Her hair was a soft cloud on the pillow, and the curve of her smile told me she was just as drunk on our love as I was.

"I still can’t believe we’re married," she whispered.

I smiled, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist. "Believe it, Mrs. Darlington."

She ...