VICTORIA'S POV

It was awkward. Too awkward for my liking.

Currently, I and Alexander were laying on the bed, side by side on our backs, looking at the ceiling, with an arm's distance between us.

Turning my head, I looked at Alexander, who looked no less uncomfortable than me.

It was my fault, to begin with. Wasn't I the one who made things more awkward than they already were?

'Stupid Victoria!' I wanted to reprimand myself, but was it really of any use?

I wanted to ease this ...