Olivia’s POV

“Are you jealous?” I asked, our eyes locked in an intense gaze, our bodies so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

“Of course I am,” Alexander replied, his voice clipped but honest, a spark of possessiveness in his eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, unbidden.

“That’s new,” I said, almost teasingly. Back when we were married, Alexander had been indifferent, barely noticing me. Yet here he was, so close, his jealousy palpable—a side of ...