Olivia’s POV

“Olivia… what are you doing?” Alexander murmured, his voice unsteady as he tried to hold onto some shred of restraint. “This is risky. You might regret this in the morning.”

His hand rested lightly on my shoulder, poised either to push me away or pull me closer. Our faces were mere inches apart, our breaths mingling in the charged air, the heat of the moment enveloping us.

“Shh,” I whispered, my mind clouded with longing. “I don’t want to think about ...