Brittany's POV

I stretched lazily , every muscle in my body pleasantly sore, a satisfied ache that reminded me exactly how we'd spent the night.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting Alexander's bare chest in shades of gold.

He lay beside me, propped up on one elbow, watching me with that smug, self-satisfied expression that should've annoyed me but only made my stomach flip.

"You're staring," I said, fighting back a smile.

"Can't help it." His ...