Anna's POV:

Sunset bleeds red and gold across the rooftop, and the city below catches it all at once—sudden, extravagant, almost too much.

Alexander withdraws slowly, reluctantly, and even that small separation feels like something lost. His hand reaches without looking, finds my blouse, his jacket, whatever comes first, and spreads it over us—a layered warmth that shouldn't work and does. He settles back onto the coat beneath us, pulling me with him, and ...