I didn’t bother changing as I left Lily’s room. Just my tank top and loose pajama shorts. My body was buzzing. My skin too hot. My breath uneven.

I padded into the kitchen quietly, hoping for water. What I got was Alec—standing at the sink, back to me, a glass in hand.

He didn’t turn when I entered, but I could feel his awareness—like his body sensed mine the second I walked into the room.

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be up,” I murmured, stepping toward the ...