“Emilia? Are you in there?” Clara’s little voice carried through the door as she knocked softly.

A sharp knock rattled the door.We both froze, breaking the kiss. Alexander’s hands stilled on my waist. He leaned his forehead against mine. “We'll continue this later.”

I shoved gently at his chest. “Go, hide.”

He stepped back but he had a flushed look on his face, like it was torture to pull away. I scrambled out of the bed and adjusted my dress. Then I opened the door a crack, ...