Olivia

Sunday morning arrived with Alexander already awake, scrolling through his phone in bed beside me. The early light filtering through the curtains cast soft shadows across his bare chest.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Eight. We should get moving."

"Moving where?" I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.

"Golf club. Grandfather wants to see us." He set his phone down, his hand sliding up my spine. "Come on. ...