Alexander’s POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, my eyes on Megan, her body curled under the sheets, her dark hair spilling across the pillow.

The morning light slipped through the curtains, hitting her face, soft and quiet in sleep. Her red dress, torn to hell from last night, lay crumpled on the floor, a reminder of how I fucked her against the door, raw, angry, desperate.

Her moans, her nails in my hair, her body giving in, still burned in my head. My chest tightened, a mix of want and ...